Showing posts with label Shopping. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Shopping. Show all posts

Thursday, May 5, 2011

CALLING MR DUCK

Never take your eyes off of a 2 year old.  Punks can get into trouble in less than five seconds if she thinks nobody is looking. A few weeks ago I caught her drawing on the dog with pink highlighter. "Please don't draw on the dog" The Master Bedroom wall. "Punks! Don't draw on walls!" Then it was the chair in the playroom. "paper, paper paper! we draw on paper!" So, yesterday she draws on paper AND herself. This time with permanent marker.

why do small children like to draw on everything?

My little sister used to do that too. We had pretty scribbles all over the house.  On the walls. On the backs of doors. on tables, chairs.  She drew a flower and a heart on our wallpaper in the bathroom one day.  My mother was so mad. Yeah, so mad she didn't change the wall paper until this year.

so, how do you remove permanent marker?
wait it out?
a few friends made some suggestions
my favorite was to color it in like a tattoo
she could match her daddy

while I am thinking on this one, I tell her lets go outside for a few minutes
she grabs her sunglasses and her phone
wonder where she learned that...

"mama, I ha ha call duck"
she is calling duck?
"Punks, are you calling duck on the phone?"
"MAMA, ssshhhhhhhhh, I ha ha call duck!!"
"hi duck. come wi wi me in wimming pool"
"honey, ducks can't swim in swimming pools. they swim in lakes"
"MAMA, shhhhhhhh I talking to duck!!"
she shoots me an exasperated look

okay............

and...

If your wondering about the cute tank, you can find her on facebook, "Kara Made It"
All clothing is made with lots of love and apparently lots of sass

~SOS~

Saturday, March 26, 2011

FOR TWO FITNESS

I have quite a few friends who claim they LOVE being fat, swollen, hormonal preggers.  um, huh?  I have had two babies and nothing about being pregnant equals love.  You swell up so big you dont even recognize your own ankles. Heart burn rages. Hormones fly out of control. Your back hurts. Your knees hurt. Hell, everything hurts.

The only thing that made me feel better was exercise. I craved it.  Had to have it. Couldn't live without it. every. single. day.  Right up until the day before birth. I would have gone the day I gave birth if I hadn't gone into labor so early in the day. Every morning before my hubbie got engulfed in his work I would ask, "Soooooo, when can I exercise today?" I could feel the roll of his eyes.  He really didn't have time to take 3 hours out of his day to babysit a crazy toddler so I could exercise, but he did it.  For me. For my sanity. For his own sanity.

So once a day I would head to Bikram yoga or to the pool where I could sweat and get those addictive endorphins pumping so I would be a little less psychotic crazy.  At least for 24 hours or so.

The weeks passed and my belly grew and grew. and grew.  At the pool I would wear a two piece. Yes, I did.  At yoga I wore tiny shorts and a tank top. Why not just a sports bra you ask?  because  There were certain poses that showed off my growing back fat rolls. I have an opposition to back fat.  It is gross.  I bought some XL tanks, but they were so huge and whale-ish.  And then I stumbled on For Two Fitness.  The tanks hugged my belly.  They hid my back fat. They were comfortable. They were super cute!  I fell in love!  Oh wait, something I loved about being pregnant? Anytime you don't feel like a whale when your pregnant equals love in my book.  Even if just for a few hours.

 

Then.

A beautiful baby.  No more swelling. No more bloating. No more heart burn. No more raging hormones.  Fantastic.  Oh wait, I forgot she has to eat every two hours.  even at night.  Sleep deprivation. Poopy diapers. Spit up. Sure is cute though laying there gurgling bubbles at me. Wonder what she is thinking.

I think... I will go back to yoga. Keep wearing my For Two Fitness tanks for now.  Until I lose the baby belly.  Hopefully, people will just think I am preggers, not sporting a beer belly.  you know you care what people think of you too... yes, you do.

~SOS~

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

CARDWOO HOOO

Among Punks' many accessories, her favorites are her many purses. What can I say? Like mother, like daughter. She loves to keep all kinds of things in her purse like pretend "ipsticks", lotions and credit cards not real credit cards duh, they are unused gift cards.  She has many "credit cards" (are we teaching her this bad habit too early?) because we always seem to get gift cards to places that we will never go. I don't even know where there is an Academy in Los Angeles and we never get to go to the movies so those are out. There are zero Cracker Barrels anywhere near us and who the hell ever heard of Fashion Bug?  I am sure it is a great store, maybe I am just out of the fashion loop. So, these cards along with others just hang out around the house. At least Punks has a good time pretending with them, huh?

Last week it was hotter than Haiti in Los Angeles and then the rain came. So, punks and I have been confined to the house and have watched so much TV I am afraid I have done some permanent damage to my little girl's developing brain. There are only so many games to play,  dress-up sessions to pretend and books to read before you just end up in front of the TV for extended amounts of time. So incredibly bored there are no words.  BUT, then I saw it. A commercial for CardWoo. I pulled up my laptop to check it out: www.cardwoo.com. They will buy my unwanted gift cards? They will send me a check? I can buy cards from them at a discount and the shipping is free? Who dreams up this stuff? What a fantastic idea! A shopping trip for ME and beautiful accessories start dancing in my head. So, I fill out the information they asked for online and my little (prepaid postage) package arrives a few days later. As I stuff the gift cards inside, I am starting to get excited. Maybe I can catch the mail lady before she rounds the corner.

I will get back to you on how much money they give me for the cards. The nice customer service lady informed me if I wasn't satisfied they would send my cards back in the mail. I just have to decide within 14 days. ummm, I think I will know if I am satisfied when I get the check.  In the meantime, I am checking out all the cards that CardWoo offers at a discount (free shipping) and I think I have narrowed it down to Coach or SAKS.  This mama needs a new bag. Wooo Hooo CardWoo! 



To be continued...