Braziers is a Funny Word

Please note that I have forewarned my father that this was an upcoming post. I feel after having two daughters and a wife he can handle it - if not he can wait until the next post comes around. Dad, for your sake I will try and blog about tools or lawn work. 


It was a good day on Wednesday.  Probably become I only had a four day week, oh yeah, and probably because I got a great deals on bras.  While I found shoes, make up and nail polish more exciting than underwear shopping - this girl couldn't pass up a good bra deal.

Of course, then I had to remember which bra size I wore. Ugh. I've been fitted twice in my many years of wearing actual bras.  While I would choose to wear a sports bra everyday, my mom doesn't approve. (Nor does she like racerback bras, sorry Court.)  Sports bras are so much easier than regular bras - for a few reasons:
1. They are great when you need to run from a burglar  - or is that just in Waldo?
2. They have the ability to give you great cleavage without all of those under wires
3. Well, I don't have a third reason, oh wait - they are generally cheaper than regular bras.

Yep. It's no lie - I would rather choose a sports bra over regular. But I might have changed my mind on the cheapness factor - and I'm not talking about the cheap looking bras with feathers or that are see through. Let's talk about how useless the see-through bras are. I mean really?

Victoria is going to tell me that a piece of see through lace is going to give me all day support? And yes, I do realize that those "special" bras are for a specific reason - I won't go there - my parents read this - but let's be honest: is that little piece of lace worth $56??  No, Ms. Secret, it's not.

A bra is only worth $56 if it can be used in multiple functions.

Which is why I said BOOYA to your sale on bras.  Oh yes, I will buy a bra for $12.99 and why I'm ad it, I will buy 4.

I may not be any coupon clipper and not always great at sales, but I did want to celebrate like those people in the SafeAuto commercials. (Ps, you might really want to look into what they are offering you....can you really safe that much?)

Of course the only problem with buying sale bras, is the fact that well, the options are limited. Sure, that neon green bra seems cute in the magazine and of course the little pink leopard one would be cute.  But I'm pretty sure people will be staring at my chest or through my shirts and wondering why I wanted the multi colored heart bra under my white shirt.

And in my old days of sneaking out with the forbidden tank top, it probably would have been the cool thing to do to let my bright straps hang out, now that I'm a married woman, it's not so appropriate. And it looks like I'm not able to dress myself in the morning. Or that I am dressing like a shacker for Halloween.

So I left the brightly colored bras in the bins, and left with the basics: black and beige. I'll probably leave the fun colors to my sports bras. They're more comfortable anyway.

I'm not going to lie. After re-reading this post, I'm pretty disappointed in my writing capability. But the thoughts of my dad reading about my bras freaked me out a bit. But then again it makes me laugh and think of when my mom used to ask me in a whisper if I needed tampons. Funny because my dad was there when she was putting them in the shopping cart, but feeling the need to whisper while he was standing in the same room. Yep....that seriously happened.

Well this is embarrassing

I hope you are all still friends with me after reading this post.  I would hope you would be....if not, then obviously we are superficial friends and I will feel the need to talk behind your back, valley girl style.

It has come to my attention that I eat at my desk for lunch a little too often. I choose not to go home because Ted the Tank would eat up more gas than Tony and I could stomach to pay for.  Plus, by the time I make it home, let Tyson out, make something and then head back, I'd be home for less than 10 minutes. Not worth it - and I don't cook or "make something" that's really worth eating.

Sing it sister

I enjoy both legs and arms....Tony would want to keep the baby

But I have been noticing that even after a general cleaning of my desk - throwing papers away, stacking files and using my hand to dust  dusting, there was always one area that I somehow missed. But today it came back to bite me in the rear.  Or rather, even I was disgusting by what was happening.

Apparently when you eat at your desk, those little crumbs from your hands, your mouth....errr, hands, come down and land  on your key board.  And while J&K can handle a little dust now and again, they are very angry when some popcorn kernels land in that little space.

And then this happens.

Sorry for making you vomit....or spit

 Oh yes I did. I turned my keyboard upside down and all hell broke loose. The sad thing: I've only had this keyboard for like....oh well, when you think about it, I've had this keyboard for almost a year....those crumbs aren't that bad. 

No? Still gross? I'll stop reasoning.

So yes, I am a desk eater, crumb dropper, nail filer on my keyboard type of person. Are you acting like you don't know me now? I mean, I probably would too...but some of you who read this are family and you are stuck with me F-O-R-E-V-E-R.

As is Tony.  It's probably a very good thing he's a OCD type of clean. We are like totally MFEO!!!
(I had to get one little valley girl reference in there - Oh and PS: Made For Each Other.)

And.....I have not learned my lesson, just ate my sandwich at my computer. Fail.

Calling Mrs. Cleaver

For the past week and a half I have loved the situation going on in our house. And no, I don't mean the Situation as in some New Jersey abs - I'd rather see the Real Housewives of New Jersey cat fight. No, I'm talking about the fact that my husband has become my little stay at home husband.

And while he is still working - he wouldn't get off that easy - he's had a bit more time to be the domestic diva that I've been, ahem, training for. Yep, that's right, my little Italian Stallion has become June Cleaver's long lost twin.

So far he's cleaned the entire house - including my night stand, which is always packed of stuff...I know, shocking; he's gone grocery shopping - including going to get my snacks and stuff for the Bachelorette watch party - he's made dinner, taken Tyson to get a pedicure (not really a pedicure, don't judge me like some supreme dog lover, he just went to the vet) and he's been to the dry cleaner.

A-mazing! I tell you, I have this whole marriage thing down. I might even convince him to carry our babies and feed them at 2 am.  Okay, that might be stretching it - but he will be up for those future (very distant future) feedings.

This June Cleaver charade might come to an end soon.  I have a feeling this will come to an end soon - he's already telling me he's too tired and has a headache and has been with Tyson all day long.

Just kidding. But I am leaving him all by himself this weekend.  That's right Daddy's   Momma's gettin' out of town! I'm headed to the lake with some girlfriends this weekend and Tyson will be stuck with each other all weekend.

I don't feel bad for them though.  I mean Tony already has the cooking, cleaning, laundry thing down. Is it too soon to get him an apron with ruffle on it?

It's 12:21 AM

It's late. Really late, late like I should be asleep right now and am going to be super crabby in the morning. It's probably a good thing I only have to deal with Tyson in the morning. I've been trying to rack my brain about why I am still up.  Generally I'm asleep, mouth open with potential drool (aren't you so envious of Tony right now? - It's genetic, no one in my family is a pretty sleeper), by at least 10:30 pm. Although I wouldn't mind being passed out by 9 - oh yeah, granny style 9:00 PM.

To add to my sleeping beauty, I'm also a big snoozer.  Mainly because by the time I do fall asleep, I'm dead to the world. My mom used to tell me that a train could go through my room and I'd sleep through it.  Which is a good thing now that I live close to the ghetto with the ghetto bird flying over head. So you can understand my conundrum of not being asleep right now. I'm stuck watching 16 & Pregnant, Ice Loves Coco and other random non-great, but I'll keep watching because I'm a reality show addict and need to see how the end of the show turns out.

And I digress. While catching up on the crappy television, I've been thinking about what could be keeping me awake. Here are some ideas:
1. The half cupcake from Baby Cakes (yes, be amazed that I only had half)
2. My allergy medicine
3. My need to watch 16 & Pregnant
4. My girlie vitamin that I took at dinner
5. Figuring out what to wear for work tomorrow

I'm obviously not going with the cupcake - that was pure genius that I ate that and quite delicious. Plus I only had half - HELLO SELF CONTROL - ignore the fact that I also had a mini cinnamon roll with it as well. I'm probably going to go with the vitamin. Trying to go with this whole healthy route, I'm hoping the vitamin isn't keeping me up.  That would just push me off the band wagon for health and I'd probably let the muffin top that is growing keep on keepin' on.

And yes, I do have a muffin top - or rather a large donut action going on. You think I'm kidding, but my lovely husband felt the need to grab a handful while I was demonstrating. Okay fine, two handfuls, not the point.

I would like to think the two sprinkles resemble my abs

What's better is that during my workout class tonight that my sweat actually formed a perfectly shaped donut sweat mark on my jiggly belly. Awesome with a capital A.

Maybe I should do some abdominal work while I can't sleep to flatten these suckers out. While I'm well aware that abs are formed in the kitchen - I'm also aware that the donut shaped also came from the kitchen, the take out, and probably the wine. Lesson learned: wear a t-shirt to work out class and stop pushing out my stomach in front of my husband.

It's weird cause it's a cat, but still kind of funny

Hmmm...those thoughts might help me fall asleep.

Okay - probably not, I'm still wide awake and now onto the Kardashians and wondering how soon Kris' Jenner ear lobs are going to break wide open with all of those earrings she wears.

Oh Stress

I'm not going to lie, this past week and a half has been a little stressful. Stressful enough to cause this little action:

Watch out...this thing will poke your eye out!

Yep. Pretty sure this week is showing up on my face. And while I've been pretty lucky to have clear skin, it seems to be quite noticeable whenever these little friends come around. And Patty Pimple seems to be very angry with me. 

Okay, so that's not the real reason for this post, but I figured I would catch up on all the happenings around our casa, not because you've been dying to know what I've been doing 24/7, but because it's added to the craziness of this week.

On Saturday I got to go and play soccer with my nephew.  Well, I was there to watch his little 3 year old self "play" with his Dad, but apparently I became the favorite Auntie (duh) and go to play with him.  Fun fact, I played one soccer practice.  Apparently I told my parents I didn't like it so much, so they didn't make me go.  After ONE practice.  I guess that's what I get for being the 4th kiddo. I mean, I could have been the next Mia Hamm or some other great soccer player who has amazing abs.  I could have had amazing abs!  Okay, so I'm not coordinated enough to really play any sports....it's a good day in the hood when I don't find a mysterious bruise.

But I think I would have stuck with it if I had been playing like Luca. I mean we got to play Green Light Red Light. Um, awesome.

I feel like Red Light, Green Light was a great game, I also learned a few skills.  My little friend, maybe not so much.  He did tell me three times while we were playing, "Auntie Cait I'm done, I'm done Auntie Cait."  The 6 year old in my made him keep going....as did his Mom. 

In other news, Tony woke up this morning to our dog drinking out of the toilet.  He's never done that before.  I'm worried. Not about Tyson drinking out of the toilet, more about Tony's first thoughts. 

Tony: "I'm really glad there wasn't any pee in there."

Okay, on second thoughts, maybe I shouldn't be too worried about Tony's thoughts. 

The best part is, Tyson tried to drink out of the toilet again.  Apparently he's avoiding his actual water bowl.  

I also attempted to make dinner this week. Fail, utter fail.  In attempt to make the fish we had caught in our last fishing trip for dinner I learned that I really can't cook. And while that should come as no surprise to anyone that I know or am married too, apparently I should keep trying. 

Has no one learned? I mean look at that broccoli! (It's that brownish green thing on the bottom of the plate - I know it was hard to find)  I also ruined my own corn with a plethora of pepper- Tony cooked this time so at least he was able to eat.

Not to self, broccoli gives gas, so why bother with it anyway.

Pepper disaster 2011

So that's pretty much it for us.  And what have we learned this week:
1. I need to get pimple medicine
2. Playing soccer with 3 year olds is amazing - and a good workout
3. I still am not a good cook....28 years and counting.

Oh and I have not washed my hair in three days, which resulted in this number today:

Pooched  lips help the pimple heal

Yep....and that tight headband made my head hurt just a little....but I don't think anyone at work noticed how dirty my hair was.  Or at least I hope not....I mean I showered and everything and made sure to spray perfume up in that birds nest.

Here's hoping next week is pimple free and maybe some hair washing will happen...maybe.