Saturday, September 29, 2012

Sensory, Messy and a Little Yucky

I am a mother of an incredibly adventurous toddler with more energy than any child I’ve ever met. So, I am always on the lookout for new, fun activities we can do.

We do a lot of reading singing, dancing, drawing, painting, playing instruments (it’s the music teacher in me), outside play, we make paper crafts, play with playdough, cook, etc. This week, I have been looking for something special… something sensory, messy and a little yucky.

What toddler doesn’t love messy, sticky, gooey crafts?
Maybe it’s because I’m not on Pinterest very often and don’t spend too much time trawling the blog world - I just get on, get on with the job at hand, and get moving – but I had never seen this idea so I thought I’d share in case you haven’t either.
SLIME!! I found the idea here.

Homemade Slime
 1 teaspoon borax powder
1 1/2 C water, divided
4 oz (1/2 C) Elmer’s glue, clear or white
food coloring
Add borax powder to 1 cup of water and stir to dissolve. Set aside. Pour glue into a medium mixing bowl and add 1/2 C water. Add a few drops of food coloring until desired color is reached and then stir to mix glue solution until smooth. Pour the borax mixture into the glue mixture and watch the solids start to form. Stir for a few moments and then use your hands to gather the mass. The mixture will be very soft and wet. Keep kneading until it firms up and feels dry. Discard excess liquid in bowl. The more you knead and play with the slime the firmer it will become. Store in a ziplock bag or air tight container and the slime will keep indefinitely.
Brilliant huh? It is the easiest thing ever to make. So simple, so slimy, so fun. My son loved this stuff. He played with it for a good half hour, and then asked for it again several times in the day. This is a miracle for my kid. The only thing he asks for that much is bubbles. He’s like that crazy fish on Finding Nemo.. ‘bubbles, bubbles, bubbles’… You know the one?
Anyway, I buried a few toys in a tub of slime and he LOVED digging them out. We set up two containers and moved it from one container to another. We just played around with it. Some may or may not have been thrown at the wall. A great, practically free, sensory activity.

Get on it!

Friday, September 28, 2012

Land of the Free, Home of the Convenient

A big thank you to Kaylee for being a guest poster today!  I stumbled across her blog one day, liked her writing, and asked her to write a guest post.  As I read more of her blog and she read mine we realized we're practically related.  Okay, not really.  But I know her mom, she was friends with my sister-in-law, and our brothers played soccer together.  So see, kind of related.

I’m American. Through and through. Always have been and always will be (until I have both American & Australian citizenship. Yeah immigration!). But marrying a foreigner gives you another look at dear America and points out things that, how does he put it?...“are SO American.”  Since moving back from Australia I have noticed these things myself and honestly chuckle to myself sometimes. Don’t get me wrong- I love it. But America is certainly the land of the free and the home of the convenient. For example:

1.  Fast Food Fanatics: Living overseas we were lucky to find a drive-thru fast food restaurant within 10 miles of where we were. This wasn’t because Australians don’t love their Macca’s (McDonald’s) or KFC, but the fact that every freeway exit sign doesn’t list the million fast food options that are waiting for you right after you leave the freeway. (We’ll get to freeways themselves in a minute.)  But really, do you ever have to guess if there will actually be fast food if you take this next exit? Well maybe if the giant M-sign from McDonald’s is blinding you so you can’t see every other sign just off to your left or right.  It’s true my fellow Americans. It’s so convenient? Yes, but so American.

2.  Drive-thru EVERYTHING: So we’ve already addressed fast food drive-thru mania you can experience off of nearly every freeway exit, but what about drive through banks? My hubs literally laughed at me because I didn’t get out of my car to cash a check. And why would I? Mr. Window Bank Teller will serve me just the same from the comfort of my car. What about drive-thru car washes, coffee shops, pharmacies, dry cleaning...the list goes on and on. Yes friends, we love our drive-thrus! Convenient? You bet!

3.  Just add water: When the Mr. and I were dating he decided to make me pancakes one morning. He jaunted to the store and was very pleased to find this beaut:

What could be better!? Instead of concocting the mix himself all he had to do was add water, shake and pour. This has gotten even better as I recently discovered this:
As if adding eggs and oil to a cake mix was too difficult for us, now we just have to add water. Convenient?  Yes. American? Yes.
 
4. Always open: I don’t think there is a single grocery store in my city that is not open 24/7. One does close on Sundays but other than that we can visit the grocery store whenever we please. Late night cravings can always be satisfied!  Further, the local mall is open until 9pm. If you work until 5pm but still need those fabulous shoes you’ve been eyeing, no problem. How convenient. I worked full-time when my husband and I lived overseas and if I wanted to do any clothing shopping it had to be done on Saturday, or during my lunch break. Darnit! Heaven forbid that the shop workers wanted to get off at 5pm as well! They did have this thing called “late-night Thursday shopping” where you had until 9, but heaven help me if I was going to brave the mall that night. I bet you Americans never knew it was such a convenience to be able to shop to your heart’s content after working a full day. Convenient?  Yes.

5. Coupons: A common phrase in our family is, “I bet there’s a coupon for that”. And you know what, there usually is! We love our coupons. Combining coupons, price-matching, whatever form it may take, America is conveniently coupon oriented. They sometimes even have them sitting next to the register for you. You don’t even have to do the hard work to find them yourself. Handy?  Yes. Convenient? Yes.
 
There you have it; convenience in America conveniently pointed out for you. We all can use some extra convenience in life with demanding school schedules, screaming kids, extra curricular activities and who knows what else.  In the words of my husband, “Bless America”.

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Drugs and Tacos


Did I draw you in with that title?  I'm mean, that's kind of a shocking word.  After much thought and deliberation, I've decided that I'm a druggie.  It's true!  I'm not repenting here, and I am not ashamed.  Let me explain, now that I've shocked the pants off of you.  I've recently had the mother of all head colds.  The kind of cold that makes your head feel like it is going to erupt like Mt. Vesuvius.  My first go to is Sudafed, the behind the counter, sacred, sign your life away sort of cold meds.  You know the ones...they need your license to dispense so they can TRACK you?  Then I have a headache...Oops better pop some Excedrin, although it's not Excedrin anymore because they don't make it so it's generic.  THEN, I can't sleep because of aforementioned medications, so I take some more medication on top of the other medications to sleep....hmmmm NyQuil....zzzzzzz....(Do you think they have an AA program for NyQuil?) Of course, then the infamous sinus infection sets in which requires, what?  More medication!

I know God inspired the scientists who created these medications, just for druggies like me.  I'm a baby, not holistic.  Science is inspired, though I'm sure many of them won't admit it.  On the 8th day God created medication and said, "It is good..."  and I totally agree.

On a side note, when I have a cold, I'm starving!  As long as I still have taste, I want to eat myself out of house and home.  Have you heard the old adage "feed a cold"?  Yeah, I do that, too.  Please pass me a Taco.

If this really doesn't make much sense to you, that's okay, I won't hold it against you, it doesn't make much sense to me either.  Just chalk it up to a brain full of drugs.

*** Disclaimer***I am in no way encouraging drug abuse.  
I am merely making fun of myself and what a baby I am when I am sick.  
I am, however, promoting Tacos.  I love Tacos!  Yo quiero Baja Fresh***

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes

Twenty years of schooling and thousands of dollars later I'm terrified to tell my husband what my ultimate dream job would be.

It is not being a dietitian, though I do love it.

It is not being a mother, because we're talking about what brings home the bacon for this post.

It is not even being the next Oprah Winfrey, though that is a close second.

I want to be a secretary.



Laugh if you must. I think it probably stems from the hours I spent at the fake typewriter writing pretend memos during free time in first grade.

I want to type letters, schedule meetings and appointments, and have no stress about making a decision that ruins someone's future. I just want to follow orders mindlessly.

I did, in fact, confess this to my husband the other day. "I don't get it," he said, "you hate doing those things for me." It must be like cleaning another persons house--it is always is less drudgery when it's not your business to take care of.

What's your dream job?


Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Some Things Never Change

In an effort to be a supportive Mia Maid's adviser,  I went to the high school homecoming football game at my alma mater to watch the girls perform at half time.  It's been a good 7 years since I have attended a high school event and boy did I feel old!  Then I got all sentimental and realized some things never change.

The excitement of homecoming was evident as I sat in the bleachers and listened to the students behind me talk about how their date asked them to the dance and the time and effort it took to find the perfect dress. It brought back so many memories as I recalled myself having those exact conversations with my friends.  I became very observant and saw that the cheerleaders do the same cheers (words and actions), every grade has a guy who can rock a mullet and someone else who is known for their 'fro, girls still apply lip gloss every five minutes and the same types of cliques are still in full force.  

I think my favorite realization is that a lot of the classic slow dance songs are still theme songs and dances today.  It must be a requirement for graduation that a dance theme song is either Faithfully by Journey or You're the Inspiration by Chicago.  Keeping in mind that both of these songs were hits in the early '80's, maybe it's safe to say we can count on at least 30 years without theme songs changing.

Monday, September 24, 2012

A Pioneer Woman's Tour of My House

I just joined a new book club (don't worry Kasey and Erica; ours will always be the number one book club in my heart) and while discussing last month's book, someone said something to the effect of:

"Have you guys ever heard that saying where you meet a pioneer in heaven and when they find out that you lived in the time you lived, they will bow down at your feet and revere you for living in this very hard time in the history of the world?"

Yeah, I've heard it.

And guess what? I think that it is a complete joke. Total nonsense. Who is this Justin Justification who keeps spreading this stuff to members of the church? This got me thinking about if an actual pioneer woman were to come live a day in my life, what would she think? Let's start by having her take a tour of my house. (This is as close to Parade of Homes that I will EVER get.)

You all know my affinity for character driven stories (oh, you didn't...well, Kasey and Erica of my former book club did), so of course, my pioneer woman is going to have a name of Polly Pioneer, or PP for short, and I'm going to dialogue her tour. (Note: I do not know exactly what a real pioneer would be thinking [not that all pioneers were the same], this is purely my guess as to what a pioneer would say...sort of like Justin Justification is just guessing about how the pioneers would feel about our time period...yeah, sort of like that).

So here goes:

PP walks up my driveway and sees my air conditioned and heated SUV that seats all my kids and then some. "Wow, does that thing protect you in all kinds of weather, and you're saying that you could get from Nauvoo to Salt Lake in two days in that thing? Amazing! You must be super wealthy to own one of these things...WAIT, you're not super wealthy! Almost everyone travels everywhere by car?"

PP walks into my entry way. "My goodness, these coats hanging here are made of such quality material and craftsmanship, and your children have 5 pairs of shoes each? They must have to walk in some pretty extreme weather. Oh, wait. They rarely wear this coat for more than 10 minutes a day in the winter. And what's this heat I feel coming from this rectangle on the wall?"

PP walks into the family room. "What is that bulb on your ceiling...elecricity? No making of candles? And what the devil is that? (a computer) and you spend how long on there everyday? That thingy (TV) is blowing my mind!"

PP heads into the kitchen. "This ice box chuck full of food would have come in handy in my day. And you didn't grow ANY of this food? You didn't grind ANY wheat? You mean to tell me that you never even hand knead your bread...and you just make bread when you feel the whim? What is it exactly that you HAVE to do everyday to keep this family rolling? I know that boiling water to drink can get tiresome. You don't do that either?!"

PP now heads to one of three bathrooms. (I'll spare you the bathroom talk about plumbing, hot water heaters, and yes, feminine hygiene). "Oh so after you spend 20 minutes in perfectly hot water, you use this thing (blow dryer) to get your hair styled just the way you'd like more quickly? Is that so that you'll have more time to sew all the clothes you and your family will need?" (Polly is starting to get some sass.) "And why on earth would you waste your time painting your nails different colors. Oh, is it because you rarely ever use your hands for hard labor or your feet to walk places?"

PP opens my closet. "You didn't sew any of these clothes?  And you don't wear them all just because they aren't exactly what you like this year?"

PP goes into my medicine closet. "So when your child has a fever, you give them this stuff and within 30 minutes they are comfortable?"

PP sees my washer and dryer. "Now, hold up! You put it in, turn it on, walk away and BAM! Your clothes are clean in less than an hour? And you never hang them out to dry?"

PP sees the kids' bedrooms. "So, they all have their own beds and look at these clothes! You actually bought some of these just because they were cute?"

YOU GET MY DRIFT.

I am not saying that we should all feel guilty about the luxuries that we have today, but is there value in recognizing that our entire lives are a luxury? I think there is. We really can't compare trials or life experiences (which can still be terribly hard) especially since none of us chose to come to earth when we did, but Justin, come on! I just can't see the pioneers feeling like I have it bad because I don't. I have it all. And Polly thinks so too.



Saturday, September 22, 2012

My "Aha!" Moment

Last month I wrote about my hate/hate relationship with cooking.  One of the reasons that I don't enjoy cooking is because I'm not very good at it.  Which is the same reason I don't like driving or cleaning bathtubs.  However, my cooking skillz are getting better and I have high hopes that by the time I am 50 I will no longer have to call my mom to ask her what braising means...or what a scallop is...or if I can come over for dinner. 

Anyway, back to me not being good at cooking.  Here is a recent example.

Lately I've been making recipes off of the recipe website Our Best Bites.  It's great.  Not only do they have recipes that taste good and are easy to make, they include pictures to boot.  After trying out the Cowboy Quesadillas and the Stuffed Pizza Rolls I was a big, big fan. 

But then I tried the Grilled Chicken and Berry Salad and the Chicken Fajitas and I thought "Man, these girls sure love their garlic!"  I mean, these meals were garlic-y, to the point where the husband and I couldn't eat them.

Not one to give up easily, I decided to try just one more recipe.  This time it was the Tortellini Spinach Bake and I was going to just totally omit the three cloves of garlic that it called for.
So there I was reading the recipe, looking at the pictures, and putting the food together when I saw the picture of the three cloves of garlic being added.  I thought to myself "that doesn't look like 3 cloves of garlic, that looks like a half a clove of garlic.  Unless...a clove of garlic...isn't an entire garlic bulb...but rather a section of a garlic bulb..."  A quick Google search confirmed my thoughts.  When a recipe was calling for three cloves of garlic I was putting three entire garlic bulbs in the recipe, not three sections of a garlic bulb.  Which is why the meals tasted so disgusting.  Which is why my husband started encouraging me to stop trying new recipes.  Which is why sometimes I really hate cooking.

Friday, September 21, 2012

An Ode to Linz

I know you are all deeply saddened by the loss of our blogging buddy Linz.   She is not far and has even offered to do guest posts from time to time for me when I run dry on blogging fodder.  I'm sure she will have much fodder of her own once those twin boys come along, but maybe just not the time to share it...Now I'm sure you are wondering WHAT exactly is my connection to Linz.  Well, wonder no longer because I'm going to tell you!

When I was a teenager, I dated her brother.  Yes, it's true, I was young once, and she has a brother.  Here is a picture to prove it.


Ah, don't you just love the 80's?  On several occasions I had the opportunity to babysit our dear, sweet Linz.  She really was a true joy and a beautiful baby.


And, if you know Linz, then you know that  she is beautiful now, too.  The embarrassing thing to note is that I may or may not have wiped her butt.  (Okay Linz, you can clean the drink off your computer screen now)  Since blogs are often about telling it all, I just thought I would be honest.  Now that we all have the image in our minds, Linz, you will not be far from our thoughts.

Love ya girl!



Thursday, September 20, 2012

Men as Boys

While working in the nursery my husband and I would often laugh and imagine adults trying to get away with the things two year-olds do.  I don't think the humor of childhood behavior is reserved to two year-olds though. That is probably why I can't help laughing every time I watch one of the "Kid History" episodes from Bored Shorts.

In these episodes a few dads get together to interview their kids, and then the dads act out the scenes the kids describe dubbing over the interviews. My favorite is this one:


Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Beautifully Awkward at the Golden Arches


Last week it was one of those mornings when you just feel like an Egg McMuffin for breakfast.  Those mornings are few and far between, so on my way to work I went through that drive through and ordered said Egg McMuffin.  All seemed well and good until I got to the second window and the boy working the window, who looked to be not a day over 18 said "Good Morning Beautiful" and handed me my breakfast in a bag.  I was quite startled and had about a million thoughts run through my mind.

Is this a compliment?  Should I respond with thank you?  Good morning to you too?  Are you hitting on me?

The words that came out were merely "thank you" and I drove off, but my future old lady self was thinking, "Kids these days...  Do they call everyone beautiful?  I'm sure my husband will love to hear about this."

I guess it's a good thing those Egg McMuffin mornings are infrequent.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

OPK's: Other People's Kids

Well, if you didn't already think that I was heartless, I'm about to prove it to you once again. Let's start by telling you that I had one heck of a weekend. It all started when my baby threw up on Friday morning, and that was just the beginning. In total between two kids, I believe we had 7 throw-up incidents.

There isn't a worse parental feeling that I have experienced yet than having sick kids. But here's the thing, it's not because of the grossness. It's because of the worry.

Why is it that my own kid could poop and throw up all over me at the same time, and it doesn't trigger a gag reflex at all? I can calmly clean it up, hug them, and am not bothered in the least.

Here's the thing though...other people's kids (OPK's as I like to call them)...watch out!

The above statement wouldn't lend you to believe what I'm about to say, but I am a kid person. This is the reason that I am often instantly signed up to be the nursery leader in new wards that I move into. I have a nursery aura about me, I guess, and I really don't mind nursery. I enjoy songs, snacks, toys, and little ones. But the one down side to the nursery...when you have to go around to figure out who the smeller is. I gag just thinking about it.

Why would this bother me so badly after I have literally changed thousands of diapers in my parental career?

Because the nursery is full of OPK's. OPK's smell different. Their runny noses are way grosser than my own kids runny noses. Their gross eating habits are so much grosser than my kids' gross eating habits.

When I babysat as a tween, I can remember saying a little prayer when I went to babysit that I wouldn't have to change any diapers. I thought I was over it. But then I was watching an OPK toddler once (not that long ago), and I found myself saying the same little prayer.

And for those of you who are nurses and doctors out there, bless your souls! All you do all day is take care of other people's grossness. It is clear that I do not have the heart of a nurse. Or the heart of a mother. Should I be worried?

Monday, September 17, 2012

Those Movies Where Everything Goes Wrong

Do you know the ones? The movies where everything, and I mean everything, goes wrong. Usually for no real reason, it just does.

My husband came home from the shops yesterday with a copy of the DVD movie of  Corky Romano. If you haven’t heard of it, it’s an average C grade movie made in 2001 with C grade actors and a C grade storyline. Have I expressed its C grade-ness sufficiently? I would say so. Anyway, it took about 5 minutes for me to cover my eyes in dismay and begin to want to punch it in the face.

 
The scene that began my pain was a scene in a veterinary surgery. The main character, Corky, accidentally squirts a cat in the face with a fluid from a syringe then in trying to pull paper towel knocks over a bird cage and a snake tank. Things fly everywhere, the cat is soon running through the surgery with the bird in its mouth (the same bird who just minutes earlier we were told was a lady’s only reason for living) and the snake slides unnoticed up Corky’s pants only to be pulled out later through the fly of his trousers in front of a whole line of old ladies.

To make matters worse, we have all kinds of flailing hands and weird facial expressions, like the one below. All. the. way. through.
Why do we watch these movies? Why must Hollywood inflict this torture upon us? Does anybody actually find this funny? Please tell me.

Okay, so maybe there are some of these movies that are funny. I shouldn’t be quite so judgemental. I haven’t seen ALL of them. Thank goodness.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Introducing....MOI!



Well, hello!  I'm so excited to be here.  Today I'm just going to take some time to introduce myself because you know we all love to talk about ourselves.  So my name is Lisa and I began blogging in 2008.  When I began blogging, my blogging names was 2busy because I was literally just too busy with teenagers and a young daughter.  Fast forward a few years and I am now the mom of one Country serving son in the Air Force, one God serving son on a mission and one darling daughter who I often refer to as Ladybug.  My daughter and I now outnumber the men in our home as my husband is now the lone token male.  I have been married for 23 years and still don't know what the heck I'm doing.  

I am a diet cherry coke drinkin', VW bug drivin', country music lovin' daughter of God who works as a High School Administrative Assistant/Registrar.  I love life and try to find beauty and humor along the way.  My blog is a dichotomy of Spiritual and Sarcasm and writing or photography.  Basically whatever catches my fancy that day.  I hope to bring those aspects here to Pear Shaped Thoughts.  Aren't you so excited for me to enhance your days?  I know you are...don't deny it...


Feel free to visit my personal blog anytime.  I blog at That's What She Said...


Friday, September 14, 2012

Camping Cuisine

Kasey and I went camping last weekend.

Not just the two of us mind you. Though every woman wants to escape now and again, I typically like to escape to places where I can wash my hands at will and locate an extra pair of socks in the middle of the night.

We braved the elements with husbands and children in tow. And when I say braved, I do mean braved. It takes a little bit of crazy to camp in tents with infants.

We had a good time and the "goodness" of it all was helped along by the fact that we didn't cook a single meal for 24 hours. I don't know what it is about that fresh mountain air that makes men feel the need to be domestic but I'd like to bottle me up some and burn that in my sentsy. I know boys can be entertained by fire for hours and I guess when you pair fire with food it's something their kind never does grow out of.  

We couldn't help but notice how much of the food that we LOVE eating when camping, we would never stoop to eat at home.

I love hot dogs in the mountains, but if you tried to call that dinner at home, I would not be impressed. Same thing goes for warm marshmallows for dessert. I don't even like marshmallows. And the chips. Oh the chips. We never have them in our house but when we head for the hills we load up on the worst of them--extreme puff cheetos and double-fried potato chips dipped in calories. Bleck.

I'm pretty sure that the "love" has a lot to do with the fact that I'm not doing any of the food prep...and maybe a little bit of smoke intoxication, lack of sleep, and general deprivation of normal life.

Can we go back next weekend?

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Fantasy Football

Hi All!  I'm Chelsea and I'm new here at Pear Shaped Thoughts and sooo happy to be here!  I'm a Utah native who enjoys spending time with my husband, live entertainment, exercising, baking and adding stamps to my passport.  I look forward to this new adventure and sharing some of my thoughts with you.



I was recently inspired by a friend of mine who is attempting to get into the spirit of football season and the ever so popular fantasy football.  Now I know very little about fantasy football, but what I do know is that you pick NFL players from any team and bada bing! You have created a fantasy team (that's the basic jist, right?) 
So I got thinking... If I were putting together a team, my allstar cast would include the following, and I'm not limiting myself to just the NFL:

1.  Kenny Chensey. Who doens't love Kenny?  He played football growing up and wanted to play professionally but was just too short (he's 5'8").  Positive side note here, he still fills football stadiums but does so with a guitar in hand :)
2.  Jason Bourne.  Think of all the sneaky plays he could run.
3.  Chris Harrison.  Just picture him as the quarterback saying "Gentlemen, this is the final play of the game, whenever you're ready" and then they win it by a hair!
4.  Channing Tatum.  The man can dance (think Step Up) and is obviously coordinated.  He could run for the touchdown and throw some cool spin moves in there too.
5.  Ryan Lochte.  Because every team needs a cute, boy-next-door fan favorite the girls love.
6.  Clinton Kelly.  He would be sure the team had the very best uniforms.
7.  Bobby Flay.  He's creative and fun and the team would be healthy and well-fed.
8.  Usain Bolt.  Why not have the fastest man on earth on my team?
9.  Dr. Oz.  He's a smart, interesting fella and could take care of injured teammates.
10.  Prince Harry.  Because no team is complete without royalty.
11.  Shark Tank Investors.  Yes, all of them.  They are smart and witty and could help me run the "business" side of owning a team in their spare time.

And last but not least, my team would be coached by Matt Lauer.  He has all that experience with the press and doing live interviews, and he's one of the only people I know who can pull off the loafers with no socks look (I think Clinton Kelly would be proud).

Well, there you have it, my fantasy team.  I envision an awesome season with these guys, I just wonder how they would stack up against my husband's team...

Who would you pick for your fantasy football team?

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Target and The Taking of My Money!



Ok. So maybe this is a recurring theme for the week, but I want to dive specifically into the daze that I go into at one store...

TARGET

Why do I go to Target for one or two things and come out with a cart load every time I go there? And sometimes even forget the one or two items I originally went in for?

I've got some theories:

1. The dollar section. I am guilty of bribery of the dollar section kind. My kids know that if we are going to Target and they can keep the whining to a minimum, Mom will give in and let them get something from this section of the store. I always think, "It's worth $2 to not have beggars, right?" I also usually end up picking up a holiday notepad for visiting teachees or a fun hair accessory for my kids, or some little storage bins for toys (which ironically enough we wouldn't have so many if the dollar section didn't exist).

2. Cheap (but fairly stylish) children's clothing. My first daughter was able to wear jeans and other clothes for two years. The kid is a shrimp (darling...but shrimpy); she has yet to hit a growth spurt, just slow and steady, so when others would complain about their kids growing out of stuff, I could never relate...until now. Daughter number two is rapidly catching up to her sister and when I pulled out HER SISTER'S HAND ME DOWNS this morning for her fall attire, the pants were already floods and she's never worn them! Target gives me a lot of cheap options for kids who grow fast and wear out clothes quickly, especially when you can't hand me down.

3. Holiday fun. I can not go into the holiday section without knowing that I will be suckered into buying something. Even things I don't need.

4. They always get big name designers to do a line of something at Target. And this gets me interested to see what they've come up with, and this gets me to look at the entire line and this could possibly result in a purchase. DARN YOU TARGET!

5. All that red. It's confusing. Pretty soon I'm aimlessly wandering, putting in random stuff I don't need.

6. Baby's always need something. And the Target baby aisles have a lot of baby gadgetry. I try to just buy diapers, really I do. But LOOK! There's a new brand of squeezable baby food we've got to try (which talk about a million dollar idea...squeezable baby food is genius for on the go moms).

7. The "only at Target" items. Just this morning I heard on the radio that they are going to be selling candy corn Oreos "only at Target." Candy corn Oreos!! Well, next time I'm at Target, I need to get some of those just to try a few.

8. The clearance sections. I don't know what it is about those little red mark down tags that make my heart spin. I don't need it; but they've marked it down so by darn, it belongs in my cart.

So here's my Fall resolution 2012 (I'm going to start making resolutions quarterly...I'm much more likely to do something for 3 months than I am for 12). I'm going to only buy things at Target that I go to Target for. Although if I were a betting woman, I'd bet against myself on this one.




Tuesday, September 11, 2012

There Are NO Original Ideas


Okay, so I know Kasey just posted yesterday about her amazing original idea. But in doing so she totally added fuel to my fire. I would like to argue that THERE ARE NO ORIGINAL IDEAS anymore. There just aren’t. Maybe it’s because the earth has been around so long and this period of enlightenment has been ‘light’ for ages too so all the good ideas have already happened.

Kasey so willingly and lovingly shared her ‘Million Dollar Idea’. And can I just say, it was brilliant! However, it already exists. I know this because just a few weeks ago my husband was telling me about seeing those somewhere. I admit they really should be everywhere, but I’m sorry to all of you who were beginning to develop the product in hopes of getting ridiculously rich, you can go back to Facebook stalking your friends. It’s been done…

Think about it, any new product, any new idea is somehow similar or just a revamped version of something that already exists. Even songs we hear on the radio are very rarely completely original. At university, we are taught to find other peoples’ ideas and write essays explaining them and say whether we agree or agree. We very rarely offer our own ideas. You see, it’s indoctrinated to think like everyone else!

So how can we possibly do something about this? How can we possibly break out and think original thoughts? I have no idea, for I too am a part of the spiral. Feel free to offer your ideas!

Monday, September 10, 2012

Million Dollar Ideas

We've all had them, right?  My million dollar idea (go ahead, steal it - I'll never get around to producing it) has to do with the grocery store.  If you're like me (and in this regard I hope you're not) whether you have to pick up 4 items or 40 items at the market you're there for an hour.  At least.  I don't know if it has to do with my horrible sense of direction or my unobservant nature but I always find myself wandering up and down the aisles in a dazed stupor. 
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Keep in mind I've shopped at the same grocery store for 15 years.  So, my million dollar idea is this: on each shopping cart is an electronic device where you type in the item you're looking for and then it tells you the location of the item.  Badda bing badda boom.  Grocery trips will be cut in half.  Busy people everywhere will rejoice.  And maybe or maybe not world peace will ensue.

I overheard another great million dollar idea at a birthday party last week.  The idea came from the birthday boy's grandpa who was reminiscing about when his children were young and he would dress them in Garanimals.  Are you familiar with this line of clothing?  Basically on each tag of a shirt or a pair of pants is an animal.  A young child can dress himself and ensure that he matches if, for example, he chooses a shirt with a tiger on the tag and a pair of pants with a tiger on the tag.

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Anyway, this man was saying how he wished they had Garanimals for men.  Brilliant, right?  My husband sure could use it.  He's always asking me if things match (No honey, you can't wear striped shirts with plaid pants) and his sense of color is a little off (he swears he owns a pair of white shorts but in truth they're a light khaki).

So, there you have it.  Two million dollar ideas.  Take 'em or leave 'em.

P.S.  We're excited to debut our two newest Pear Shaped Thoughts writers this week.  Look for Chelsea on Thursday and Lisa on Saturday!

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Soothing Songs?

With a new baby in the house I've been dusting off my vocal cords with some favorite lullabys here and there and have discovered as an adult that some are not as nice as I always thought!

Rock-a-bye baby, in the tree top
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come baby, cradle and all
(but don't worry the tree isn't tall and I'll catch you)


Or how about this one

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You’ll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don’t take my sunshine away.

(taking babies? not so soothing for mom) 
 Thank heavens I've spend many years in Primary so I have a few backup up my sleeve. 


Friday, September 7, 2012

Letting Go

There comes a point in all of our lives where we must learn to let go of something.  Sometimes it is hard, other times, not as much. 


I once dated a guy who just didn't understand that.  We broke up and he just couldn't let go.  He would call, he would sit by me at church, he tried to ask me on dates.  It was awful.  I finally had to be quite blunt and a little mean to get him to understand that it was over.

Before I had my first baby, I bought a set of Christmas stocking kits so that my family would have gorgeous homemade stockings just like I had as a child.  I opened the first package and realized that 'applique' did not mean glue.  It meant hand stitching.  After hours and hours of work and only getting a few sequins sewn on, I realized how over my head I was.  However, it didn't stop my determination.  I was going to make them and they were going to be amazing.  A few months ago (and 4 years after starting the first stocking) I decided that it just wasn't worth the guilt of not getting them done.  I closed up the box and have decided to place a nice order at Land's End for already made, personalized stockings.  I can't even explain the relief I felt.

We found out a couple of weeks ago that my husband got his absolute dream job. The job is in Maryland.  We have to be there in 2 weeks.  When I found out I was pregnant with twins, I figured that I would have to let go of a few extras.  With the addition of the move, the change had to come sooner.    So, sadly, this is my last post on PST.  It is hard to let go of some things.  This is one of them. 


Thursday, September 6, 2012

Blogkward

Around 2006-2007 we all got family blogs. It was awesome. Suddenly, one could learn everything they ever wanted (and didn't want) to know about people they knew...

AND people they didn't know.

Let's all take a moment to admit that we were/are ALL blog stalkers.

Hi, I'm Lindsay. And I was a blog stalker.

Oh, wait. You didn't blog stalk. Okay so I'm alone here.

There are some people that I felt like I knew personally. Some people that I wished I were friends with. Some people who I laughed at (and not with). Some people who were housewives trying their darndest to be Hollywood trust fund kids (those were my favorites). Some people who I had like one conversation with in high school and now I knew all about their kids' first day of school or what their spouse surprised them with for their birthday or whether or not they got an epidural (ewwww). It was a great time waster/entertainment.

This was all fine and good when the stalking was just stalking at my home on my computer, but there was this time...

You see, I had been stalking a friend of a friend for quite some time and not even to laugh at. This was not an unknown person to me, I had maybe spoken to him 3 times in my life. His wife was a rather good and entertaining blogger, so I just kept reading. They weren't private, so this is what they wanted right? Well, then came the dreaded day that I ran into him in actual real life.

My end of the conversation went something like this:

Me: Hey, Tim (name has been changed). How are you? (I actually know exactly how you are since you went on a cruise last week.)

Me: Are you going to school or do you work? (Yeah, I know that last spring you got a new job, and that it was better than you had hoped to get...your wife was really proud of you.)

Me: Are you married? (I REALLY know that you are married since your wife Abby [name has been changed] keeps talking about you on your family blog.)

Me: Do you have kids? (No, you don't have kids. You are hoping to have kids soon though because your wife called your recent cruise a sort of "pre-pregnancy" vacation.)

It was, in a nutshell, BLOGKWARD.

(Note: I did not come up with the term blogkward on my own. My sister-in-law coined the phrase circa 2008 and claimed that she was going to do a blog post using the term. It's been four years though and I have seen no post, so I stole it! Sorry Maggie [name has been changed]!)

This isn't the only Blogkward moment I have had either. There was another time when I saw a girl whom I didn't know at all but had stalked because she wasn't afraid to show how rich she was (or how far she could push the modesty line, if you know what I mean) or post pics of herself in a bikini, nay multiple bikinis. And guess where I saw her...THE DOLLAR STORE!!! Of course I didn't say anything. I just laughed internally. Made my day really.

Have you ever had a blogkward moment?





Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Disobedient Husbands


I’m aware that our husbands don’t have to obey us. In fact in history, it was the women who used to have to obey the men. I’m glad we don’t live back then. I’d have been shot.

I know its wishful thinking, but I would love to tell my husband what to do sometimes. You know, ‘go do the grocery shopping now’ and ‘time to massage my feet now’. That type of thing. My husband is super helpful, but I want more. Who doesn’t?

Imagine what we could do? ‘Honey, go write my blog for me while I sit down and do nothing’. And he’d do it! ‘Honey, I know you’ve been at work for 10 hours, but it’s time to clean the bathrooms and do the dishes. Chop chop!’ Now that’s control. We’d have some serious free time. Ahh, free time. I miss free time.

I don’t know about you, but last time I had my tarot cards read I don’t think they mentioned a completely obedient husband anywhere in my future. I guess I’ll just have to be satisfied with disobedience.

It’s funny, because I am. Completely satisfied.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

It's That Time Again...


Pear Shaped Thoughts is on the search for new contributors!

Sadly, two of our writers are leaving us soon: Linz to prepare herself to be a mother of 4 boys (good luck :) ) and Jami to spend more time with her 3 little ones.

Happily, that means your life long ambition to write for this awesome blog may come true. If you are interested simply e-mail us at pearshapedthoughts(at)gmail(dot)com and we will get in touch with you.

I know it seems like it, but this isn't a dream. Go ahead, pinch yourself.

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Snakes and Snails

Remember how I wrote the post about being scared of having a daughter?  Well, I don't have to worry about that!  The twins are identical boys.  Yep, your math is correct.  I will have 4 boys.  FOUR.  All under the age of 5. 


I can't say I'm sad.  I always wanted all boys.  It just made sense for some reason.  But, does that mean that I have to try for a girl?  Do I have to take the risk of getting pregnant with another boy?  Is it frowned upon to stop now while I am ahead?  I mean, it's not like 4 kids is a small number.  In fact, 4 kids seems like a nice, solid, big number.  Will it be weird to never, ever have a daughter?

This means, I won't get to design the cutest Parisian nursery with a cast iron cafe table and glass chandelier.  I never get to go prom dress shopping with a daughter.  I pretty much get left out of all wedding planning with boys.  I will most likely send 4 boys on missions, and I'm assuming boys aren't great at writing consistently.  I will have to go to countless football, soccer, and baseball games.   Plus, who is going to take care of me when I'm old?  Isn't that kind of the responsibility of a daughter? 

Are my boys going to do this? 


Is my house going to smell like a locker room?  Is my food bill going to go through the roof?  Am I going to be the smallest one in family pictures by the time the twins are in 8th grade? 

I suppose I can't worry about it yet.  For now, I guess I will just look forward to my one night a year alone, when they are all at the father and son camp out.