Got Pop?

Yesterday I bought 10 cases of pop. Thank you to all those who noticed and took the time to comment. I do realize it is a lot of pop and I appreciate your concern. But it was on SALE!

So I got home and Brian helped me unload the car. "Wow! That's a lot of pop," he exclaimed, after seeing the cases stacked in the trunk.

"Yep, it was on sale," I replied, wondering why I felt like I'd been having the same conversation over and over again. "They were only $1.98 each!" Pepsi Max is Brian's drink of choice and we have a hard time finding it. Sometimes we can find it at Target and it will sometimes go on sale for $3 but usually costs $4.98 for a box of 12 cans. So $1.98 was a good deal. And there's nothing better than a good deal:)

"Did you buy all they had?" my husband wondered. "Nope," if only he could've seen how hard it was to push the cart with all my regular groceries plus all that pop.

"Too bad," he lamented. (Now I guess I'll have to go back and get some more.) We do have a pretty impressive "Wall of Pop" going on. I think we'll have to move it though, so it isn't the first thing people see when they come to our house.

I win.

I took Sarah and Heather to the doctor again today. As we waited in the room to be seen by the doctor, Sarah said, "make sure the doctor tells us which one of us is sicker."

I immediately began explaining that both of them were sick, both felt miserable, and that there was no such thing as "who is sicker."

A nurse came back into the room to re-take Sarah's temperature and asked which one was Sarah. I pointed to Sarah. "Oh, the sicker one," she replied as she stuck the thermometer into Sarah's mouth.

The girls started laughing and I shook my head. It's always a competition...

What's that, you ask? It's a pile of socks without matches. 8 socks without matches, and in only 10 days. That's pretty good, don't you think? Impressive even. Hey, at least they did the laundry while I was gone:)

I just wonder where they all went...

I'm in Nebraska visiting my youngest sister Jodie. She has a 9-year-old daughter named Olivia. We've done puzzles, played with Bratz dolls, etc. Yesterday she asked me if I wanted to play a game that my older sister, Aunt Diane always plays with her. Of course, I told her yes. I'm not going to be the Aunt who won't play...

So this game is Olivia pretending to be my mom and I am her child. She gave me a name, "Min" and told me that I was supposed to go to bed at 8:30pm. I told her that I should be able to stay up later. To which she responded, "But Aunt Diane always goes to bed when I tell her to."

Gee, thanks Diane.

Jodie got to play "the van driver." Olivia would call to her, "Hey van driver," and the funny part was that Jodie would respond. I love this age where kids use their imagination.

Later that day we went to Sam's Club and Olivia and I went around "pretending" to buy food while my mom and Jodie filled their cart with meat. They were attempting to fill up the freezer she'd just bought. As we walked through the store we got more strange looks than I've ever gotten...and, if you've read any of my other posts, you can see that that's saying something. People openly gawked at the meat piled in her cart. We felt like we needed a sign or some sort of disclaimer: Just bought freezer.

You'd think people would be a bit more discreet. I wanted to yell, "Quit checking out our meat!" It was a glorious amount of meat though...

Light bulbs---there is a reason I refuse to change them.

A bulb burned out above the computer my dad was working on. He unscrewed it and handed it to me. Even though changing light bulbs is not my job, I figured, how hard could it be to buy a light bulb?

I clutched that light bulb in my hand all day as I went from store to store looking for a match. I spent 30 minutes looking for one in Walmart. I just knew it had to be there somewhere. It wasn't. It wasn't at Ace Hardware either.

Walking down the light bulb aisle at Lowe's, a guy saw me clutching my light bulb and started laughing. He reached out and showed me what he was holding: THE SAME EXACT LIGHT BULB! Unbelievable.

Both of us started searching frantically. I think we were both worried there would only be one bulb left. But alas, there weren't any. The guy shook his head in defeat, "They don't have any at Walmart or Home Depot."

I know. "Don't bother looking at Target or Ace," I warned him as he walked away dejectedly. He told me he was going to order one off the Internet.

An employee gave me a light bulb that he claimed was the closest they had to the one I was looking for. Even though it wasn't the same, I bought it. I figured I'd looked long enough and frankly, I was tired of carrying around the light bulb.

I got home, elated to show everyone that I'd finally found the light bulb. My husband took one look at it and shook his head. "It's iridescent." (I don't even know what that means, but it's okay, Heather explained it to me.) He went and retrieved another light bulb and handed it to me. "Here, get one like this."

So I have a new light bulb to find now. The good news is that I get to carry around a different light bulb tomorrow.