Case of the Mondays

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I had the most productive Saturday. I cleaned out the garage in three hours, put one hundred miles on my car running necessary errands, and had my car inspected by my mechanic {which, by the way, lead to less than thrilling results}. On Sunday, my new garage door opener was programmed {thanks Dad!} and I made successful trips to TJ Maxx and Dillard's. I also got a Joey Tribbiani 'ow you doin'? at Lowe's while browsing the irrigation department with J, who managed to escape for less than a buck {what guy leaves a hardware store without spending at least 99 cents?!}.

While Saturday seemed to drag, Sunday flew by, leading us back to just another manic Monday and leaving me in bewilderment over tomorrow's arrival of September. Where does time go? Seriously.

Cheers to a productive, fly-by kind of week!

Winter Wish List

The perfect outfit...




Nothing would make me happier than to find any of these in my mailbox.

Dress: Anthropologie
Tights: Banana Republic
Belt: Forever XXII
Cardigan: Nordstrom's
Shoes: Dillards

TGIF

With September right around the bend, I woke up this morning longing for crisp weather, a reason to put on my slippers, shop for cable knit sweaters, and make apple cider in my crock pot. It's too bad I live in Arizona where weather that permits these sorts of activity are at least 10 weeks away. I guess this means in 10 weeks, I will not only be shopping for cardigans, but I will be hosting E's seventh birthday party. SEVENTH! Oh dear me, where does the time go?!

This week has been extremely eventful. Trouble at work, two friends welcomed newborns, a cordial visit from Forrest, and news of monsters in my new mini-van air vents {it's okay, Ethan shut them out}.

The weekend, however, doesn't hold much; a few necessary errands and some garage organization. I must find my garage door opener {it wasn't where I last saw it - my bike basket}. I'm also hoping to get nothing done with my favorite person as it seems to be our specialty. No time has ever been spent so wisely than the time I spend with J. True story.

Cheers to a 'do nothing' kind of weekend! Happy Friday!

Yay!

It's New Car Day!

I speed off into the sunset tonight!

Forgotten

I have this 'thing'. I am looked over, forgotten, ignored, or given the stink eye almost everywhere I go and I'm not the only one who has noticed it. Friends, family, and significant others have all commented, did that just happen? and the answer is always, yup.

Image: Passive Agressive Notes

Supermarkets, restaurants, pediatrician's office, and retail stores {my favorite tale hails from inside Banana Republic}, it doesn't matter where I am, it happens eight times out of ten. I used to believe that I had a sign that read IGNORE on my head or I just caused people's faces to contort into confused, displeased looks. Then I started to take notes...

While I may be a sole proprietor and a single mother of three who owns a car, lives in a single family home, and has a savings account, I look like I'm ready to join the cheer squad and shop for prom dresses on daddy's credit card. This doesn't please society and it makes for great confusion when I'm with my children or making googly eyes at my favorite guy, who is 14 years my senior.

While I may take all of this into consideration on a daily basis {it's part of the reason why I'm so open to new faces; well, this and I like the shock factor}, it's a fact: people make judgments based upon appearance. I look like I'm babysitting rather than parenting or with my uncle rather than on a date. I look out of place in high end retail stores {what 17 year old has that kind of cash?}, grocery shopping alone {where is her mommy?}, and the OB/GYN's office {she has parts that work?!}. Based on this theory, I do my best to never leave the house without looking at least an eight; hair done, make-up on, and matching shoes.

When I was promised a return phone call from the bank regarding my auto loan, I was a little surprised when 7:30p rolled around last night and I was still waiting. Miss 'you babysit?' Pamela knows I'm fairly successful based on my tax returns, she knows what year I made my worldly debut, how many children I have, and my social security number. What she doesn't know is what I look like, that I was wearing my pajama's when she called, or that I had on yesterday's make-up.

So, now I wonder, has my theory been shot? Is it not an appearance thing? Am I just that forgettable? Or did Miss 'you babysit?' Pamela simply have something better than her job to do?

Case of the Mondays

After a very busy weekend, my usual case of the Mondays has decided to travel with us into Tuesday.

Saturday was exciting. I spent some time at the car dealership and ended up with the best deal in the state on my new-to-me automobile. I should hear back from the finance department today, they were waiting for copies of my 2007/08 tax returns. Keep your fingers crossed!

I spent most of my Sunday at Makutu's Island with the McNuggets. We arrived just after breakfast and left five hours later. Then, it was time to head out for Depeche Mode. Jennie and I rode the Metro {the photo above is a reflection in Metro glass}, enjoyed a Stella, and totally jammed. If there was ever a man I'd want to dance with, it would definitely be Dave Gahan.

Cheers to a rockin' week!

TGIF

Thank goodness it's Friday is a bit of an understatement this week. I've never been so excited for two days in my whole life. Well, maybe that first time I went to Disneyland in '86 or when I was packed up and ready for three weeks in Europe in '97. Oh! Maybe I was just as excited with nearing my due date for the first time in '02. Anyway, you get the point. I'm excited.

Tomorrow I'm going to see a man about a horse. Horsepower that is...

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This will be the second "first experience" I've had this week, if I don't chicken out {the first was dining out, in public, alone}. I've never been to a car dealership alone, I've never owned a car with less than 80k miles, and I've never owned a car that could potentially take up the whole parking space, but this is what I want: a 2005 Nissan Quest. It just so happens I found one locally, in my prefered color, with 76k miles on it and for less than $9000. I've saved a down payment, I have a trade-in of good value {better be good, I just put new brakes, new tires, and a new engine in Petunia}, and I have the right attitude. Cross your fingers!

Now for the excitement... It's the weekend I've been waiting for since March!

Image: last.fm

Sunday is Depeche Mode! YAY! I remember my first Depeche Mode experience. It involved a new video being played on MTV, Enjoy the Silence, my brother, and several comparisons between Dave Gahan and my piano teacher, Stan. But what did we know, it was 1990 and we were just excited Grams was letting us watch MTV {something forbidden at home}.



So cheers to Grams, cheers to Dave, and cheers to Stan! Cheers to a weekend of new experiences and excitment!