And now, I can not stop saying "Jimmy's sweet on Elaine" or "Jimmy doesn't like misunderstandings" and every now and then, just to spice things up, "Hands off Jimmy! Don't touch Jimmy!"
Monday, January 14, 2013
Don't touch Jimmy!
I was at the grocery store this morning and saw a woman wearing a pair of these shoes:
I laughed out loud but luckily she didn't hear me.
And now, I can not stop saying "Jimmy's sweet on Elaine" or "Jimmy doesn't like misunderstandings" and every now and then, just to spice things up, "Hands off Jimmy! Don't touch Jimmy!"
I really do miss Seinfeld!
And now, I can not stop saying "Jimmy's sweet on Elaine" or "Jimmy doesn't like misunderstandings" and every now and then, just to spice things up, "Hands off Jimmy! Don't touch Jimmy!"
Sunday, January 13, 2013
WIWS - What can I get you folks to drink?
It's Sunday so it must be time for What I Wore Sunday.
For Christmas, my mom got me a new bedspread and a pair of red skinny jeans. Even though they are red, I think the jeans will be very versatile and I am excited to try them with different things.
Today, I paired them with a white blouse, black sweater and leopard flats.
And while I was excited to wear this outfit, the whole time I was wearing it, I should be waiting tables at Chili's. Plus the fact that I felt like I was choking throughout Mass thanks to a too small sweater and/or blouse and kept thinking, I can't wait to get home and get this off, did not help my feelings about this outfit.
Blouse: Kohl's
Sweater: Lands' End
Jeans: Kohl's
Shoes: Target
Necklace: Target
So, have you guys decided what you'd like to order? Can I get you started with an appetizer? How 'bout some jalapeno poppers or some hot wings?
For other less waitressy outfits, please visit the ladies at Fine Linen and Purple.
For Christmas, my mom got me a new bedspread and a pair of red skinny jeans. Even though they are red, I think the jeans will be very versatile and I am excited to try them with different things.
Today, I paired them with a white blouse, black sweater and leopard flats.
And while I was excited to wear this outfit, the whole time I was wearing it, I should be waiting tables at Chili's. Plus the fact that I felt like I was choking throughout Mass thanks to a too small sweater and/or blouse and kept thinking, I can't wait to get home and get this off, did not help my feelings about this outfit.
Sweater: Lands' End
Jeans: Kohl's
Shoes: Target
Necklace: Target
So, have you guys decided what you'd like to order? Can I get you started with an appetizer? How 'bout some jalapeno poppers or some hot wings?
For other less waitressy outfits, please visit the ladies at Fine Linen and Purple.
Saturday, January 12, 2013
Santa's Lost Hat
I mentioned yesterday that Sarah wrote a story over Christmas break and I told her I thought it was so good I would publish it on my blog. I am a mom of my word so here it is. (Please note, I have kept the punctuation and spelling exactly as she had it.)
It was Christmas Eve and Santa has no clue where his bushey red hat was.
"Mrs. Claus?" said Santa. Do you know where my hat is?
"Why no no I don't." she said in confustion.
Well I'd be go and help you find it.
"Yes please," signed Santa. Tonight I have to go through the cold bradle (brittle) winds and my bald head will freeze!
"Don't say that deer," said Mrs. Claus. Well'le find a way.
"Mrs. Claus" we will have to have a search party!
Sure whatever we need. We don't want you to get a cold.
As Santa went in to check on the elves he notised a red hat.
Is that what I think it is!
"Mrs. Claus" Santa yelled clankingly. Get in hear! I think thats my hat!
As Santa and Mrs. Claus where talking about the found of Santa's hat and elf scurred over to secretly grab the hat. Santa reached into the landry piel to take his hat. He found out the red soft hat wasint there.
Santa has always belived in his elves. The elves from the North Pole of corse not from the Soth Pole. In most ways Santa is enimeis with Soth Pole elves.
"Santa", come aon grab the hat." said Mrs. Claus.
"It's not there," Santa said intregingly. (interestingly?)
What do you mean it's not there?
"Then where did it go?" asked Mrs. Claus. (She marked out "in an agresive way) at this point.)
I'll be right back. I think I have some hats that you will like even better that that old ripped up one you call nice.
As Mrs. Claus got the new hats Santa asked the elves if they have seen it.
As you can see a South Pole elf stoles Santa's hat.
"Santa" called Miss Claus thes hats will be magastic on your cute little head.
Santa looked close at the hats and finiily said those are the uglyist hats ever.
"What do you mean theas are great hats," Mrs. Claus said in amasment.
This one doesn't even match my outift.
"Well do you want a hat or not?" Mrs. Claus asked as Santa complaiend.
Santa filled the slaih sadly and signed.
Mrs. Claus saw how deppressed Santa was and thought she had to do something.
She knew that the hat had to be in the washing machine. When Mrs. Claus opnd the door it wasnt in there. Mrs. Claus one had got triked by South Pol Elves and it was with a hat too. The South Pole elves didn't have hats to keep them war so they stole some. Mrs. Claus hurred down to the South Pole.
She rushed and ran. Mrs. Claus snuck into there casle wich was mostly a food court. The hat was crisp clear on a bald head of an elf. She quickly snached the head warming hat and ran home. A still deppresed Santa sat on the couch. She said to him "Merry Christmas". Thank you thank you! yelled Santa.
The year of 2009 was a year of warmth and joy all because of ...........a hat!
The End!
Santa's Lost Hat
by Sarah Cotell (8 years old)
It was Christmas Eve and Santa has no clue where his bushey red hat was.
"Mrs. Claus?" said Santa. Do you know where my hat is?
"Why no no I don't." she said in confustion.
Well I'd be go and help you find it.
"Yes please," signed Santa. Tonight I have to go through the cold bradle (brittle) winds and my bald head will freeze!
"Don't say that deer," said Mrs. Claus. Well'le find a way.
"Mrs. Claus" we will have to have a search party!
Sure whatever we need. We don't want you to get a cold.
As Santa went in to check on the elves he notised a red hat.
Is that what I think it is!
"Mrs. Claus" Santa yelled clankingly. Get in hear! I think thats my hat!
As Santa and Mrs. Claus where talking about the found of Santa's hat and elf scurred over to secretly grab the hat. Santa reached into the landry piel to take his hat. He found out the red soft hat wasint there.
Santa has always belived in his elves. The elves from the North Pole of corse not from the Soth Pole. In most ways Santa is enimeis with Soth Pole elves.
"Santa", come aon grab the hat." said Mrs. Claus.
"It's not there," Santa said intregingly. (interestingly?)
What do you mean it's not there?
"Then where did it go?" asked Mrs. Claus. (She marked out "in an agresive way) at this point.)
I'll be right back. I think I have some hats that you will like even better that that old ripped up one you call nice.
As Mrs. Claus got the new hats Santa asked the elves if they have seen it.
As you can see a South Pole elf stoles Santa's hat.
"Santa" called Miss Claus thes hats will be magastic on your cute little head.
Santa looked close at the hats and finiily said those are the uglyist hats ever.
"What do you mean theas are great hats," Mrs. Claus said in amasment.
This one doesn't even match my outift.
"Well do you want a hat or not?" Mrs. Claus asked as Santa complaiend.
Santa filled the slaih sadly and signed.
Mrs. Claus saw how deppressed Santa was and thought she had to do something.
She knew that the hat had to be in the washing machine. When Mrs. Claus opnd the door it wasnt in there. Mrs. Claus one had got triked by South Pol Elves and it was with a hat too. The South Pole elves didn't have hats to keep them war so they stole some. Mrs. Claus hurred down to the South Pole.
She rushed and ran. Mrs. Claus snuck into there casle wich was mostly a food court. The hat was crisp clear on a bald head of an elf. She quickly snached the head warming hat and ran home. A still deppresed Santa sat on the couch. She said to him "Merry Christmas". Thank you thank you! yelled Santa.
The year of 2009 was a year of warmth and joy all because of ...........a hat!
The End!
Friday, January 11, 2013
7 Quick Takes Friday
This afternoon I am taking lunch to Jennifer and her husband at their vet clinic and I'm excited! I love to spend time with her and I'm taking food from Sheetz so it's a win-win for me. (Yes, Sheetz is a gas station but they have really good food!) And to make it even more exciting - I just saw on Facebook yeterday that Sheetz now serves Fried Pickle Chips. Y'all, I have loved fried pickle chips since the first time I had them about 12 or 13 years ago. And I'm always on the lookout for restaurants that serve them. It thrills me to no end that fried pickle chips are being made only a few miles from my house.
And please, if you have never had fried pickle chips, you must try them the next time you are at a restaurant and see them on the menu. But don't order them if they are fried pickle spears. If you are going to eat fried pickles, please promise me you will get chips - not spears. In order for a fried pickle to delight, it must have just the right batter to pickle ratio. You don't get the correct ratio with a spear. And you have to have a good dipping sauce. Ranch will work in a pinch but most restaurants serve it with a special sauce. If they have a special sauce, always go with that over the ranch.
Sarah wrote a story over Christmas break and I told her I would post it on my blog. I will do that tomorrow so make sure you come back to check it out.
For the last several months, Peter had been telling us he wanted to be an auto mechanic. Peter loves fancy cars and for a while decided he wanted to own a car manufacturing company. I thought that was a lofty goal but wouldn't it be great to be driving around in a Cotell Cruiser or perhaps a Cotell Cheetah? Anyway, when he announced he wanted to be an auto mechanic, I knew it wouldn't be long before he was on to another career.
Now, after studying about Albert Einstein at school, he has decided he wants to be a physicist and he spent a lot of time trying to explain (unsuccessfully) to Sarah that you had to have math to explain a lot of principals in the world that would be hard to explain otherwise.
I think this is a nice goal, but it kind of makes me miss the simpler times when he wanted to drive a trash truck.
Sarah is reading a book on Elanor Roosevelt for a book report at School. It's from the Who Was... series and all of the people are drawn as caricatures with large heads.
Sarah looked at the picture and said, "Why does she look like that?" I tried to explain that it was a caricature. She said, "No. It's her face. Why does her face look like that?"
I told her she was just a homely woman. Peter, w ho joined the conversation late, asked what homely meant so I showed him the picture of Elanor Roosevelt and he said, "Oh. Gotcha!"
Poor Eleanor Roosevelt.
The kids are playing basketball and had their first games last Saturday. This is Sarah's 4th year playing and Peter's first. They both did very well. Sarah scored a basket during the game. Peter took a couple of free throws and missed them but I am just so excited that he wanted to play this year.
They both had a great time and it was so much fun to watch them. They are playing with Upward and I just can't say enough good things about the program. It's a Christian sports league so we pray before each game, there's a break during practice where the kids talk about the Bible, character, sportsmanship, etc. The parents are expected to behave during the games or they will be asked to leave. It's a nice environment especially for someone like Peter who is ten and playing for the first time...there are no angry parents yelling when he misses a basket and the coaches are there to teach the sport, not to win at all costs (which was the feeling I got sitting at some of Sarah's games last year).
In sad news, the Dairy Queen that I took the kids to every Friday after school closed unexpectedly. When we first discovered this, I ended up taking the kids to McDonald's for McFlurries which were a poor McSubstitute for a Blizzard.
Last Friday, we noticed that the new TCBY they had been working on had opened. We took the kids in there and they seemed to like it. Frozen yogurt is just meh for me. I think it really needs a lot of toppings to make it tasty and really, why not just go for ice cream if you are going to have to add a lot of calories with extra toppings.
The kids liked it even though Sarah only got sprinkles on hers and Peter had his plain. Plain??? Are you kidding me? I kept asking him if he wanted any toppings but he said he liked it plain. We'll see how long that lasts.
And for me, I guess the good news is that the frozen yogurt won't tempt me like a Blizzard would so more room for fried pickles!
Fried pickles? Is it time for lunch yet? Have a greet weekend y'all!
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Wednesday, January 9, 2013
2012 Goals...Um, is it 2013 already???
Before Christmas, I was plowing through my documents in Excel and Word looking for my address list and came across a document titled, 2012 Goals.
Oh no!. Did I actually write down my goals for 2012? If so, I knew I had probably only met half of them. I held my breath and opened up the file.
As I read through them, my heart sank. I had not met even one of them. Not one!
I had kept most of these goals in mind during the year, occasionally remembering that I had wanted to do this or do that but I hadn't opened the file once since I typed it and had not done anything to work toward these goals.
What's the point of even writing them down if you aren't going to do any work toward them?
So I have decided to post the goals here for the entire world to read. (And also to print them out so that I can at least glance at them from time to time throughout the year and not be shocked again in December.
I marked through some of the goals and updated them as necessary.
2012 2013 Goals
Start taking better pictures.Learn to use my camera. (Read manual and eBook. Take a class.)
Start making $100 a month with my blog. Hahaha! I can't even believe that was a goal. Let's change that to - Post 4 times per week on my blog.
Oh no!. Did I actually write down my goals for 2012? If so, I knew I had probably only met half of them. I held my breath and opened up the file.
As I read through them, my heart sank. I had not met even one of them. Not one!
I had kept most of these goals in mind during the year, occasionally remembering that I had wanted to do this or do that but I hadn't opened the file once since I typed it and had not done anything to work toward these goals.
What's the point of even writing them down if you aren't going to do any work toward them?
So I have decided to post the goals here for the entire world to read. (And also to print them out so that I can at least glance at them from time to time throughout the year and not be shocked again in December.
I marked through some of the goals and updated them as necessary.
Run a 10k. (Train, sign up for one in the fall.)
Get up to date on my picture books. (Complete 2012, start 2009, 2010, 2011,2013. Do a few pages per day.)
Clean out the garage and paint the walls.
Clean out the basement and paint the walls.
Memorize 12 Bible verses.
Redecorate the office.
So there you have it. My goals for 2013.
They all meet the criteria of a good goal. They are Specific, Measurable, Attainable, Realistic and Timely. (That's SMART for those of you that don't remember this mnemonic device from Business Management 1101 like I do.)
I reserve the right to change any of them as I see fit during the year.
And I might report back here from time to time to let you know how I'm doing with these goals. But I'm not going to make reporting on the goals a goal because, well, have you seen that list up there? I think I need to get another cup of coffee!
“A year from now you may wish you had started today.”
- Karen Lamb
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Trying unsuccessfully to keep up with the kids and looking like a total dork in the process.
I was going through our Christmas pictures and just had to share these.
We took the kids sledding and I decided to give it a go. Unfortuntely, I was too old and slow to get my legs pulled in and I'm sure looked like a total goober going down the hill with my legs sticking straight out from the saucer.
And then I crashed into someone (an adult, thankfully) bounced off their legs and kept on going.
Needless to say, that was my one and only ride down the hill!
We took the kids sledding and I decided to give it a go. Unfortuntely, I was too old and slow to get my legs pulled in and I'm sure looked like a total goober going down the hill with my legs sticking straight out from the saucer.
And then I crashed into someone (an adult, thankfully) bounced off their legs and kept on going.
Needless to say, that was my one and only ride down the hill!
Monday, January 7, 2013
Normal is good!
We got back from our Christmas trip last Wednesday. We were gone for 12 days. My husband was gone for 6 days before that so it was really nice when we all got to sleep in our own beds. Nothing says home to me like my bed.
The kids went back to school on Thursday but Dan took Thursday and Friday as vacation days so I stayed away from the blog and the computer as much as possible and enjoyed my time with him.
But now it's Monday. The kids are at school. The husband is back at work. And I just got back from Wal-Mart. Things are back to normal.
I wanted to post a few pictures of our Christmas trip. We had a great time as usual. The kids love spending time with Dan's family and we even got some snow!
The kids went back to school on Thursday but Dan took Thursday and Friday as vacation days so I stayed away from the blog and the computer as much as possible and enjoyed my time with him.
But now it's Monday. The kids are at school. The husband is back at work. And I just got back from Wal-Mart. Things are back to normal.
I wanted to post a few pictures of our Christmas trip. We had a great time as usual. The kids love spending time with Dan's family and we even got some snow!
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| Milk, cookies, and notes for Santa. |
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| Sitting in front of their piles from Santa. |
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| Time to go sledding! |
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| We went to Salem, MA and visited the Salem Witch Museum. |
Sunday, January 6, 2013
What I Wore LAST Sunday
Happy Sunday, y'all! It's great to be back to blogging after an extended break. I'll post the obligatory holiday photos tomorrow but today, I wanted to share with you guys what I wore LAST Sunday.
We were in Massachusetts celebrating Christmas and thankfully (because I think my kids would have exploded if it had not happened) it snowed last Saturday night. We got 6 or 7 inches which meant sledding after church but it also meant that I got to take my picture in front of this beautiful backdrop.
And it meant that I got to wear my wool Aran sweater. (I stole this look from another WIWS participant from a couple of weeks earlier and I apologize that I don't remember her name. I am going to try to figure it out and if I do, I will edit this post and give outfit credit, where outfit credit is due!
Sweater: A shop in Dublin, Ireland. (My husband picked it up on one of his many business trips.)
Cords: Target
Tee Shirt: Target
Boots: Target
Scarf: Target
I tried to pose while casually looking down or thoughtfully looking to the left, or running my hands through my hair like some of the other WIWS girls do.
My photographer thought I was crazy and kept saying, "Mommy! What are you doing?" And at one point was laughing so hard she had to stop taking pictures so she could catch her breath.
The above picture is as close as I'll ever get to an artsy WIWS photo. From here on out, I'll be looking directly at the camera and smiling old school style.
Head on over to Fine Linen and Purple for more inspiration!
We were in Massachusetts celebrating Christmas and thankfully (because I think my kids would have exploded if it had not happened) it snowed last Saturday night. We got 6 or 7 inches which meant sledding after church but it also meant that I got to take my picture in front of this beautiful backdrop.
And it meant that I got to wear my wool Aran sweater. (I stole this look from another WIWS participant from a couple of weeks earlier and I apologize that I don't remember her name. I am going to try to figure it out and if I do, I will edit this post and give outfit credit, where outfit credit is due!
Sweater: A shop in Dublin, Ireland. (My husband picked it up on one of his many business trips.)
Cords: Target
Tee Shirt: Target
Boots: Target
Scarf: Target
My photographer thought I was crazy and kept saying, "Mommy! What are you doing?" And at one point was laughing so hard she had to stop taking pictures so she could catch her breath.
The above picture is as close as I'll ever get to an artsy WIWS photo. From here on out, I'll be looking directly at the camera and smiling old school style.
Head on over to Fine Linen and Purple for more inspiration!
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
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