On Hub...

Last night Hub called me at work and simply stated that he felt like spoiling his children tonight so he was taking them to Toys R Us.
Isn't that just the best thing ever. I hope they do not forget.

You think you know someone...

So apparently I married a Jersey Hick.  I thought six years ago the man I walked down the aisle with was a typical township guy.  But alas I was mistaken. He hunts. He fishes. He wears John Deere hats.  What?!?  Oh yeah, yesterday he came home sporting his very own bright white, bright yellow and BRIGHT GREEN John Deere hat.

So I asked,"What's with the hat?"  He replied,"Oh I finally found the store. Don't you remember how I said I always wanted a John Deere hat?"  I say,"Ummmm NO!"  He says, " Oh yeah, I always wanted one, I just wish they would have had one that was fitted, you know."

The conversation then trailed off to, I don't even know what.  As I poured a huge glass of Pinot Grigio, I honestly could not take my eyes of the love of my life wearing a freaking John Deere hat. 

My Soundtrack...

Recently while at a "Girls Night Out" I was asked this question, "What is one thing that no one here knows about you?"  My reply? "I want my own reality TV show!" This is my desire only because I envy how the lives on TV are set to music.  From Kate plus Eight to Big Brother to Old School to Hangover(my personal fav), their moments are made all the better because of the music played in the background.
Tonight I was driving home on Route 42, We Will Rock You on the radio. Although that song was the theme song at every High School football game. Also it is a song that Linda Ronstadt remade into a lullaby and I loved singing it to my son.  This song always brings me back to riding in my best friend's brother's ugly, beat up, ripped seats, rusty old 1970 something Volvo.  I don't know why. So I cranked up the radio and returned to being a 12 year old girl belting out Queen with my best friend.

ps: If I could figure out how to copy and paste with Hub's new MacBook, I would post a Queen video. Maybe Thursday.

I was running...

When do you qualify as a runner?  Is it when you run on occasion to lose the extra beer pounds gained over the weekend?   Is it when you, on a consistent basis, run on the treadmill at the gym?  Or is it when you run your ass off for 4.44 miles, cry at the end of your accomplishment and sign up for your first marathon all within 2 hours of each other?
Tonight because of the said events I celebrate in my mind the day I became a runner.  I never used to like running. I especially did not want to do it for fun. But now I'm committed and signed up for the Atlantic City Marathon on October 17, 2010. Get this literally not even 30 minutes after I pressed the bubble confirming my spot in the race, my bro-in-law called and wanted Hub and I to join him and my sis in law in a race in February.  Crazy right?

Tonight I bask in my own sense that I am a runner!  Anyone want to join me?

A quick conversation with my daughter...

Me: Come on, hurry up and get dressed.
LF:  I'm in slooowwww potion. I'm in slooowwww potion.


I did not have it inside me to correct her.

Haiku to you!

A husband betrayed
His cup o joe sits cooling
Wife has TWO coffee's

My Favorite Things...

I just returned from possibly the greatest food shopping experience EVER! Upon persuasion from some friends I tried the newest trend in food ...Online shopping.  On Friday night I sat at the computer clicked on and added items to my shopping list on ShopRite's online store.  This morning when the sale day changed I placed the order and scheduled a pick up time.  I recieved a phone call from shoprite with some items that they did not have in the store and question of what I wanted for replacements.  I literally buckled the kids in the car, paid for my items, an employee loaded my car and I was home with a $170 shopping trip in 20 min.  Ummmm....no brainer right. LF said on our way home,"Hey mom I thought we were going food shopping."  I replied,"We did!!! YAY!!!!
So I highly recommend this service...especially if you have children, are prego(It's freakin hot outside)or simply are in a I'm-feeling-lazy-and-don't-want-to-stand-in-line-at-the-checkout-in-the-food-market mood.
Here's the linkShopRite from Home

Chats with Chaz...

A couple of weekends ago my father thought it was time to teach our little stud how to whoo the ladies. So he started drilling Chaz to say "Hey Babe" at every young lady, old lady, toddler, baby, teenager, what have you that walks by him.  Usually we have to remind him of his pick up line by asking " Hey Chal what do you say to the girls?"  But yesterday all the hard work paid off. While driving through our development he spotted a bunch of honies walking and shouted from the car in a rather loud tone "HEY BABES!!"

I'm just happy that the windows were rolled up.

Conversations with my daughter...

Let me set this up...
LF was laying on my bed watching Imagination Movers this morning at around 6:30. I am in my bathroom trying to wake up enough to start getting ready for my day.

LF: Mom come in here I want to sing you a song.
Me:  In a minute I just want to finish brushing my teeth.
LF: No right now it's important and I think you are going to want to hear this
LF: (As I now stand next to her jealous that she is sprawled out on my bed still in her PJ's) She begins singing... Choco-choco latte, Choco-choco latte,Choco-choco latte.All the while she is stirring an imaginary pot.
Me: Nice, yes definitely an important statement that I most certainly could not have gone about my day without hearing.

Was she suggesting that I looked like crap and needed a Choco latte? Or was she delirious from waking up at 6:02am?

Go Bananas...

So if you read my earlier post you'll know that I learned, "Bananas are bad luck for fishermen".  Hub never asked me if I had one. Maybe he assumed I knew about the wacky superstition.  I just figured maybe we would like to share one of nature's sweetest treats while fishing.  Well, Hub was talking to a friend when he found out I had the horrid thing on the boat.  His friend actually asked for Hub to give him a courtesy call when we arrived safely at dock he was so sure we would not make it back without being towed.  So here it is...the story behind the legend...it's rather boring so don't blame me...

One superstition is that boats carrying bananas don't catch fish. The origin of this belief dates back to the Caribbean trade of the 1700s. The wooden sailing boats of that time had to move quickly to deliver bananas before they spoiled, and fishermen had a hard time trolling for fish on such fast-moving boats Another superstition that originated during that time is that bananas will cause a boat to sink. This belief developed after many boats never made it to their destinations, and all of the doomed boats were carrying bananas.
One of the creepier superstitions is that banana cargo could actually kill a man. In actuality, fermenting bananas do give off methane gas, which could conceivably get trapped below deck and kill any crew members unlucky enough to be working in the hold. Another popular theory was that venomous spiders hitched rides in bananas, and once those bananas were on board, the boat would be host to any number of lethal critters.
And then, of course, last but certainly not least...that banana peels cause crew members to slip and fall on deck

So there you have it and I think we proved all the theories wrong.