A “She Shed” on Wheels


I posted this not so great picture of me in the car last night on my personal Facebook page with the following caption, “I really should tally up the number of hours per week I spend just sitting in my car.  I’m always just sitting and waiting on one kid or the other. It’s really sad! If only I could turn my car into a luxurious ‘she shed,’ it would be much more bearable. “ It is totally true.  I swear I spend more time just sitting and waiting in my car than anything else in a day. People always talk about the number of hours spent in the car driving their kids to and fro.  While I do a lot of that too, I think I spend more time just sitting in park.  I have to get in my middle schooler’s school carpool line at least 30 minutes before school gets out just to get somewhere in the front of the line.  Why do I need to be in the front you may ask? Well, I do that so that I can quickly get out and get to my high schooler’s carpool line at least 30 minutes before school gets out for her to also be near the front of that line. If you are counting, that is at least an hour just sitting in carpool lines.  I have to be in the front of the second line, so that I can quickly get out of the parking lot to get her to gymnastics on time with no time to spare whatsoever.  I’m not kidding when I say people start getting in these dumb lines up to an hour before school gets out.  It’s insane.  It forces me to play along and be one of those dummies too.  Otherwise, I get stuck in the back of the line, which takes at least 30 minutes longer to get through making her late for practice. It is so crazy. 

I then spend on average anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour at night waiting on one of them to get out of gymnastics or cheer practice.  My OCD self always has to get there 15 minutes early and then they are inevitably late getting out so I just sit and wait some more.  Sometimes, like last night, I sit there for an hour because it is only an hour-long class.  With the crazy traffic around here, it is not worth fighting my way back home only to turn right around and fight it on the way back.  I just sit and wait.  I HATE sitting in either hot, smelly gym watching them practice.  I would much rather stay in the parking lot in my car than sit in there.   It is just a never ending cycle of me sitting in the car.  

I do really wish I could somehow turn my car into a “she shed” like Sheryl had before hers burned down. Ha ha! If I could figure out how to do it and have a enough space to park it at school and both of their gyms, I think I really would.  It could be one of those tiny houses on wheels.  Wouldn’t that be nice? Maybe then I could actually get something done while I wait.  Maybe I am on to something! Maybe I should invent the miniature “she shed” on wheels! Ha ha! My kids would be mortified and likely refuse to ride in it.  I would love to see their faces if I ever pulled up in one.  A girl can dream, right? 


A Day to Remember

Yesterday, September 11, is a day that most of us will never forget. It is a day that is hard for many people.  It stirs up memories, what ifs, and fears.  It reminds us of how short life can be.  It is burned in the memory of all of those who were alive and old enough to know what was happening on that day.  My youngest daughter came home and said her teacher told them to ask their parents where they were and what they were doing when the events of September 11, 2001 occurred.  I vividly remember standing in my classroom in Georgia (only my second year as a teacher) when we were told over the loud speaker to not go outside.  No one knew why at first. Sometimes we would get told not to go outside because there was a big dog running around out there or something small like that.  At first, we really didn’t think much of it, but word quickly traveled down the hallway. We only had bits of information and were really confused by what we were hearing.  All of the teachers were all standing near our doors trying to find out more while also trying to do our job. I can remember one little boy in my class who was working on the computer close to the doorway.  He looked up at me with his sweet, innocent face and asked me if everything was ok. He had sensed that something was wrong.  I did my best to reassure him that everything was fine, not knowing myself if that was really the truth.  I swear his sweet little face will be forever in my mind and connected with that day. It was such a tragic, scary day.  

Yesterday was made scary for me yet again.  I think September 11 will always bring up fear in all of us, and the events that unfolded here yesterday were likely made worse just because of what day it was. As my oldest daughter was getting ready for school in the morning, she started to get messages from classmates about a Snapchat message that was floating around detailing an organized mass-shooting plot naming several area schools as targets.  The more she was seeing and reading, the more nervous she was getting.  She started telling me that she didn’t want to go to school and saying things like, “What if I die?” I immediately started looking into the threat and found mention of it on the county sheriffs’ page and the school district’s page.  It basically said that they were aware of the threat, that they had not found any credible evidence other than the Snapchat message to prove that it was a serious threat, and that there would be an increased police presence at all schools just in case.  We did not know if her school was one of the ones that was listed in the threat as the police and school officials were keeping that information confidential. I immediately called my husband at work asking his opinion about whether or not to keep her home from school. We both came to the conclusion that she should go to school based on the information I had.  It appeared that the parents of the students in the schools that were named had received an email from the school system the night before making them aware of the threat.  We had not gotten an email so we took that to mean that my daughter’s school wasn’t on the target list. I talked to my daughter about the threat, made sure she knew what to do in the event that something did happen, and tried to reassure her that it was likely a hoax.  When I dropped her off at school, she said to me, “I hope I’m not dead when you come to pick me up.” I know that she was half kidding and half serious, but it almost made me tell her to get back in the car and go home.  Instead, I drove off leaving her there and went home to worry.  I scoured social media and the news trying to get updates on the threat and it’s validity to try to reassure myself that I did the right thing by sending her to school. I did end up getting an email from the school system about 30 minutes after I dropped her off basically saying the same things that were posted online by the county sheriff’s office. However, I then started to worry that it meant that her school was included in the threat and my anxiety kicked into overdrive.  About an hour later, I got an automated call from one of the assistant principals at her school saying that there were rumors that there was an active shooter at the school, but they were false.  I guess some kids were texting from the school saying that there was a gunman in the building.  Talk about being scared! I spent the whole day second-guessing my decision to send her to school and texting her randomly just to make sure things were ok.  It was a long 7 hours until I picked her up. She said everyone was talking about it at school and everyone was nervous.  She even told me that one of her teachers told them that if there had been a shooter in the building, they would have all been dead. Seriously? Why would you tell them that? 

Would I have been as worried had it been any other day of the year that this happened? The answer is probably yes, but I do think that the fact that it was September 11 made it a little more intense than normal.  Will we always experience this day with fear? I don’t know about you, but I honestly think I will.  It is just like I will always worry about my kids. I am not writing this post to get into any kind of political debate or for any other reason other than to say that I was afraid. I was afraid for my beautiful girls who still have so much life to live. I was afraid for my husband as a member of our military and as someone who lost a classmate on that terrible day. I was afraid for my fellow teachers who are willing to risk their own lives to protect their students.  I was afraid of the unknown.  It was just a scary day. I pray that my girls never have to feel that fear like we did on that day 18 years ago or like I did yesterday when they send their own kids to school one day in the future. The police and school system have since reported that there is no threat to the schools and that the situation is under control. My fear has subsided and things are back to normal today, but I will never forget.


Chaos Central


I totally had a post all planned for yesterday to give you an update on my office renovation, but unfortunately life turned to chaos yesterday.  There is really no other word to describe the day I had other than that. It was pure chaos.  It all started the moment I woke up.  I had to get up earlier than normal because I had to be up, showered, and ready for the day before I took the girls to school. Normally I get up, get the girls up, pack lunches, take them to school, work out, and then shower and get ready for the day.  Anytime my routine changes, it just throws me off.  Anyway, I needed to take the girls to school a few minutes earlier than normal, but they, of course, were moving like snails.  They seem to have this innate ability to move as slow as possible when they know I need them to hurry.    It is like they physically cannot move any faster just because I want them to.  My youngest is the worst.  Rushing her causes her anxiety to ramp up and her to start yelling.  It is like a chain reaction and everyone starts yelling.  It’s awful.  It was just a bad start to a day that was going to turn out to be a disaster.  

The reason that I had to get up earlier and the girls had to go to school earlier is because I had to go to my husband’s work to renew my military ID. I had an appointment and it takes a little over an hour to get there. I was already pushing it to get make it for the appointment anyway because I couldn’t drop the girls off any earlier than I did.  I finally got the girls out of the house, dropped them off at school, and began the drive to the Metro station so I could ride my way there instead of fighting the intense traffic around here.  Well, by the time I got to the Metro station, the parking garage was already FULL.  I drove around in circles through the garage for probably 15 minutes. There was absolutely NO WHERE to park.  I was getting pretty anxious by now because I needed to get on the Metro soon to make it in time.  My husband told me to leave and drive up to the next Metro station and go from there.  I got back on the interstate and found the bumper to bumper traffic I was trying to avoid. I was crawling along at sloth pace. Then I missed my exit because I couldn’t get over in the traffic in time. I ended up having to circle back to get to the station. Well, when I got there, there was NO WHERE to park there either. I was driving around and around the station.  It turns out that there is no parking at that particular station. It only has a Kiss and Ride area. Needless to say, I was beyond stressed at this point.  I was starting to see that there was no way I was going to make it in time for my appointment.  In my anxious state, I was fussing at my husband as he was trying to figure out how to get me there on time.  It was becoming all too clear to us both that with the traffic and no Metro, I was not going to make it.  He finally told me to just go back home.  I got back on the interstate and headed home.  I got about halfway back when my husband called me back.  He had gone and talked to the people at the ID office and they told him to have me come anyway and that they would work me in.  I turned back around (by now I had paid like 4 tolls as this particular interstate is a toll road) and began the long drive to his work.  We were giving up on the Metro, and I was just going to drive the whole way in.  I was back in the bumper to bumper traffic which is stressful enough alone as my husband was giving me directions on how to get there.  He was going to meet me at the mall parking garage near his office.  I got to the parking garage at about 10:55. My appointment was at 10:30 and the people at the ID office go to lunch from 11-12:00. As I turned into the garage, my husband jumped in the back seat.  Believe it or not, we couldn’t find a parking spot in this garage either! I am not making this up! I drove around and around as both of our anxieties continued to increase until we finally found a spot. By now it was after 11 and we still had to walk about a mile to get to his building.  Let me not forget to mention that it was 93 degrees yesterday and we were walking as fast as we could.  I was sweating profusely by the time we got there. I needed a new shower for sure! The ID guys were, of course, already at lunch and the office was closed by the time we got there.  Frustration is an understatement.  They only do IDs until 11:00, so we had no way of knowing if they would take me when they got back from lunch.  My husband and I decided to walk down to the building’s food court for lunch ourselves while we waited for them to open back up.  At this point, I had wasted most of my day and he had not gotten any work done. We were both stressed to the max. We quickly ate and headed back up to the ID office so that we would be the first ones in when they opened back up hoping they would be nice and take me.  It is a fairly simple process to get a new ID if you get a new one BEFORE your old one expires.  Mine expired on the 7th.  It is a HUGE hassle to get one if yours expires.  It requires tons of documentation and stuff.  It was really essential that I get it now.  We waited so close to the expiration date because my husband was promoted a couple of days ago and he wanted to make sure his new rank was on my ID card. Many praises to the little guy that opened the door and agreed to take me! We were beyond grateful. After all the craziness, I got my ID!!! Let’s just say that it was quite the stressful few hours.  

I got back home with just enough time to catch my breath before having to spend my daily hour in the carpool lines and then begin chauffeuring everyone to their practices. In the midst of all the chaos, I did receive an email from my daughter’s doctor stating that her biopsy results miraculously came back normal.  I am still in shock over the news.  I reread the email like 10 times thinking I must have missed something.  I just don’t understand how it came back normal after what she told us she saw during the scope.  I was totally convinced that the news would be bad.  God heard our prayers and provided us with some incredible news, and I am so grateful.  Despite the chaos of the day, good prevailed.  Needless to say, you will all have to wait until next week to see the progress in my office.  That just gives me more time to work on it. 



One Bad Seed ≠ A Bad Bunch

Last night was my youngest daughter’s back to school night at her middle school.  First, I will say that it was way too long.  It lasted 2.5 hours! It started with the typical PTA meeting (which was surprisingly short), and then went into the parents following our child’s schedule so we could meet all of their teachers.  I get that it takes time to do that, and I am not sure how they could have made it go any faster.  It was just really long, and I certainly didn’t expect to be gone that long as I had other things to do once I got home.  Anyway, that’s not the point. What I really want to say, though, is that there really are some great teachers and administrators out there.  As a teacher myself, I know that teachers often get a bad rap because of the one or two bad seeds out there.  We hear it all the time and see it all over social media every day. Don’t get me wrong; there are some people that should not be teaching or making an impression on our kids.  I have worked with some of them and my kids have had some of them. Unfortunately, those few bad seeds cause us all to be lumped together in a bunch as all terrible.  The thing is, I have also worked with some of the best teachers on the planet, and they far outnumber the bad.  These teachers spend day in and day out thinking about their students and how they can help them learn right where they are.  They are planning differentiation activities to meet the needs of all the learners in their rooms.  They have unconditional love for their students.  They take on their students’ burdens as their own. They spend hundreds and thousands of dollars of their own money making their class better.  They spend countless, unpaid hours developing the perfect lesson plans because they long for their students to succeed.  I know this not only because I have seen it but because I was also one of them.  I lived and breathed for my students, often to the detriment to my own family.  This is why I decided to step away from the classroom for a while after 17 years.  I needed a break.  It wasn’t because I didn’t love what I was doing or because I didn’t love every single one of my students over the years.  It was because it was killing me.  I could not continue to devote all I had to my students and completely forget about taking care of my family and myself.  This is the case for most teachers.  We burn out because we give it all to our classes.  We give and give until we can’t give anything else all while being belittled on social media and by parents of our students.  The sad thing is that most teachers can’t afford to take a break from the classroom like I have and will continue to give beyond their capacity for the good of their students. I once read a quote by Mustafa Kemal Atatürk that said, “A good teacher is like a candle—It consumes itself to light the way for others.” I thought that was pretty profound and absolutely true.    

I listened to teacher after teacher last night describe their passion for teaching and their students. I am confident that every single one of them will go above and beyond for my child with very little thanks or acknowledgement.  I know they will put their own families on the back burner so that they can give their all to their class full of students.  Good teachers exist.  Exceptional teachers exist.  They are out there fighting tooth and nail for your kids.  Pray for them.  Pray for your school.  Pray for the students.  Thank your child’s teachers and administrators.  Spoil them whenever you can.  Make them feel important.  For goodness sakes, don’t bash them on social media.  Don’t lump them all into the bad seed category.  Try to be understanding and trust them.  I promise you 90% of them have your child’s best interests at heart, and they know what they are doing.  Let them do their job.  Don’t question every little thing they do.  Instead let them know that you support them and will back them up at home.  That is all we want.

I shared this video on my Facebook feed 4 years ago. It still rings true today. I love the message these teachers are portraying. While there are bad seeds out there and there are many flaws with our schools, most teachers I know give everything they have to make a difference in our kids’ lives. I hate seeing comments on news stories about rare, terrible incidents lumping all teachers into a bad light. It simply isn’t true. Instead of adding your own negative comment, go out today and thank a teacher. Thank him or her for making a difference and devoting everything to your child’s success. Trust me, those two little words of “thank you” will mean the world to him or her.


Will the Worry Ever End?

Well, it is official. Summer is over at our house as my kids head back to school today.  I now have a sophomore in high school and a brand new middle schooler. How is that even possible? I am a little nervous about them both this morning.  My oldest got her schedule on Monday and is missing a class.  We aren’t sure what is going on with that, as no one will get back to us on it. Hopefully when she gets there today it will all be figured out. Otherwise, I have no idea what she will do for first block, and I might have to go up there and stir some people up to get it figured out.  She is so painfully shy that she won’t do much to get it figured out on her own. I think I am more nervous for my middle schooler, though.  It will be her first year of changing classes in a huge school with all new friends.   Her elementary school feeds into 2 different middle schools, and her closest friends all ended up at the other school.  The one friend she does have at her school isn’t in any of her classes.  She was pretty bummed about that, too.  This is my kid with anxiety, and I can tell that she is super nervous about the day.  She practically cried over just getting her picture made this morning all while fussing about it.  That is how I know that she is nervous.  She gets very argumentative with me and yells for no reason when she is anxious.  She doesn’t want to think about what lies ahead today.  She is the one that had the hardest time with our move last year.  It was hard enough for her to go to a new school last year with no friends, and now she is practically doing it all over again a year later.  I hate it for her.  I know how it feels to be the new kid and not know anyone.  I pray that it all goes well and that there is plenty of help to get her where she needs to be for each block and that she finds a friend.  I am also super worried about her with lunch. As I have shared before, she has a condition called Eosinaphillic Esophagitis, which has led her to also have an eating disorder in conjunction with the anxiety.  She has a 504 Plan in place at school that allows some accommodations for her during lunch.  However, she is so adamant about not being “different” and not wanting special accommodations that make her stand out, that we are trying things out different this year.  I am scared to death that she isn’t going to eat.  If she starts loosing weight, there will be disastrous consequences that I don’t even want to think about.  I made her promise to me this morning in the car before she got out that she would eat her whole lunch.  I told her I needed her to prove to me that she can do it on her own.  I sure hope she can. 

Is there ever a time when I won’t worry about my kids, especially the little one? I think I have worried about her every single day since she was born.  It is so hard to be a mom, period.  We as moms naturally worry about our kids, but when you have one that has special needs, that worry gets ramped up significantly.  There is no way to really describe it accurately. The worry never leaves you.  It is constantly on your mind.  You will never truly know what I mean unless you have a child with special needs and experience it for yourself.  It’s hard.  I wish there was a way to turn it off and make it go away.  I wish I could trust that she will be ok, but I just can’t. I can’t let it go.  Yes, I worry about my oldest, but it isn’t something that is constantly on my mind like the other one.  It’s different.  With her, I worry about things like getting into college, grades, and what classes she will take.  With my youngest I worry about growth and development, basic survival, and mental stability on top of the normal mom worries.  The two just don’t compare.  I really just never ends.  It is like three little birds sitting on my shoulder all the time.  The blue bird is telling me over and over again that she’s not okay.  The red bird is saying that I need to be doing more to help her because I am failing miserably. The brown one is telling me to stop and let it go because she will figure it out on her own. It’s like a war going on inside my head at all times, and the blue and red always win out over the brown bird.  I guess it is just part of being a mom. Life will continue to go on. I will continue to worry. I will keep holding out hope that the worry will go away one day or at least decrease.

Anchored and Worried,

Haircuts are for the Birds!

Both of my daughters have really long hair, and I can’t stand it. It isn’t because I don’t like long hair.  Instead it is because neither of them takes good care of their hair, it always looks like a stringy mess, and I’m the one who has to deal with it for competitions. My oldest pretty much keeps hers in a ponytail 90% of the time anyway, so what is the point of having it so long? My youngest daughter’s hair is so bad that you can barely get a brush through it most days.  I swear I will fight through brushing it to get through all the tangles only to have it a tangled mess again within 5 minutes.   It drives me nuts. Neither of them like getting their hair cut either and actually only get their hair cut about twice a year when I have to force them to go. Today was one of those days.  You would have thought that I was making the lady shave my youngest daughter’s head by the way she was acting. She did not want anything cut from her hair.  She won’t listen to anything I have to say about how your hair needs to be cut to remain healthy and for it to grow.  The stylist even tried telling her the same thing, but my daughter wasn’t having any of it. Thankfully, my oldest has learned to just accept it and allow hers to be trimmed.  That’s the thing, too. I was only forcing them to have a trim.  It wasn’t like they were cutting 6 inches of their hair off.  I think both of them ended up getting about 2 inches cut off.  You honestly can’t even tell that they even got a haircut, but my youngest was furious.  She was texting me the entire time that her hair was being cut saying that it was too short now. As we walked to the car afterward, she said it was too much and that her hair was now ugly.   Her friend that was with us told her that you couldn’t even tell that she got it cut. My child just fussed at her friend saying that she was only saying that because I told her to, which I did not do. You really can’t tell.  Her hair is still ridiculously long, and I will still have to fight the tangles.  

Why do simple things like a haircut have to be so difficult? Where did I go wrong with that? I sure wish I knew the answer.  I think they must have gotten it from their father. I seem to remember stories of him refusing to get his hair cut as a child and pictures of him with longer hair. LOL! We all know that it didn’t come from me because I have shared the horrible pictures of me with the short, permed hair forced on me as a child!!!  I still have nightmares about it. Ha ha! At least I am not forcing them to get a perm! No matter where it came from or wherever we went wrong, my kids have to get their hair trimmed every now and then.  It is just a fact of life.  I feel like it will continue to be a fight, at least with the youngest, for years to come.  Maybe one day we will see eye to eye, but I doubt it! Until then, I will continue to drag the youngest kicking and screaming to the salon, and I will continue to pull half of her hair out trying to detangle it every day. Someone please tell me that I am not alone in this and that it is worth the fight! I may loose my mind!  


Bring on the BTS Photos!

I keep seeing all of the back to school pictures all over my Facebook and Instagram feeds over the past couple of weeks.  It is hard to believe that summer is ending.  My kiddos head back at the end of next week, so we have just a few more days of summer.  I know that some get annoyed by all of the back to school photos filling their social media feeds, but I have to say that I love them.  Sometimes it is the only way I get to see my friends’ children.  I love looking at them and seeing my friends’ faces reflected in their kiddos’ faces. It takes me back to memories of days gone by. I also love seeing how the kids are growing.  So much changes in a child in the span of a year as they grow and change.  It’s incredible.  I look at previous first day of school pictures of my own kids as they pop up in my Facebook memories and reflect over how much they have changed. You don’t always notice the change when you are living life with them day in and day out.  Then when you actually compare two pictures side by side that are a year apart, you start to see all the differences.  I love reflecting over the previous year and all the things that we did together and all the things they have accomplished. Those BTS pictures give me the joy of memories, so I say bring them on!

Kids grow up so fast. I have been thinking about my oldest a lot lately as we get ready to enter a new school year.  She only has 3 more years before she graduates and moves on. It is hard to believe that the little 4 lb. 8 oz. baby that entered my world all those years ago is now this young woman who is almost as tall as I am.  I have watched her grow up a lot, especially over the past 3 or 4 months. I’m not talking about height, although I swear she grows an inch a week. I’m talking about in maturity.  She has always been the goofy, clueless blond who is slightly immature for her age.  In fact, my husband and I worry all the time about how in the world she will handle the real world on her own.  However, she has given me a little hope over the past few months as I have finally seen her start to mature and take some responsibility for herself.  Don’t get me wrong, she is still the goofy immature kid who loves to play up her cluelessness with her friends as they shake their heads and laugh at her, but I see her changing.  I see her growing.  I have a glimmer of hope that she is going to be ok when she leaves the nest. No, I am not ready for it by any means, but I know it is coming.  I know that there are only 3 more back to school photos to post online for the world to see.  It makes me sad.  I truly cannot imagine letting her go, and it hurts my heart to even think about it. All of the back to school photos remind me that the end is near.  

Parents, I urge you to take those pictures year after year even if your teen begs you not to or your kindergartner won’t stand still. Display them proudly for all the world to see. One day soon, you aren’t going to have a BTS photo to take anymore, but I can promise you those memories of years past are going to come up year after year in your Facebook feed.  You are going to be thankful that you have them as you look at them reflecting on old memories.  You are going to remember how much they have grown and changed. You are going to miss those grubby little faces. Hold on to that moment forever, and take the darn picture!


Another One Bites the Dust

Last night as I was getting ready for bed, I started thinking about all of the things that I have loved over the years that have been discontinued or closed.  The thing that got me thinking about it was a new tube of toothpaste. My husband and I both used Mentadent Advanced Whitening toothpaste for years.  It was a good toothpaste, it tasted ok, and we just liked it. I really liked that it wasn’t in a tube.  The OCD part of me doesn’t like the messiness and unevenness of a tube.  I know I’m weird! Anyway, the point is that we really liked that toothpaste.  Well, out of the blue a few years ago, they just quit making it.  We searched and searched and couldn’t find it in any stores. Since that happened I have been trying toothpaste after toothpaste to find a replacement, and I just can’t seem to find one that I like.  I feel like this happens to me a lot.  I find something that I really like and then poof, it’s gone.  Then I spend years trying to find a replacement.  Do companies do this to us just to annoy us?  Thinking about the toothpaste started me down a black hole of long gone favorites.  

One thing that I am not sure I will ever get over is a shampoo that a friend introduced me to in high school called Agree. It left your hair smelling great for days!  I used it all through high school, college, and the early days of my marriage. Then suddenly it was gone. I cannot even tell you how much I loved that shampoo.  It smelled heavenly.  I can almost still smell it just thinking about it.  Oh what I would give to have it come back.  I am crazy particular about how my shampoo smells and have tried hundreds of different ones since my beloved Agree went away.  It is so hard to find a shampoo that smells good AND actually works well with my hair.  I do have new favorites, but even those will never compare to my Agree shampoo back in the day.  Can someone please bring it back???

If you haven’t figured this out yet, smell is very important to me.  I don’t know if it is because some smells trigger my migraines or if I am just obsessed with smelling good.  Whatever the reason may be, smell matters to me.  Hence the next long lost product that I miss.  I am a Bath & Body Works user. I use their shower gel and antibacterial soap every day, and I sometimes use their lotions.  I have my trusted favorites that I have used for years that have stood the test of time.  I like Vanilla Bean Noel, which is only available during the holidays so I have to stock up, and I like Beautiful Day as my travel shower gel.  Those are good scents that I like, and they have been around for years.  I keep waiting for them to disappear too, but, so far, they have stuck around. About 5 or 6 years ago they came out with a new scent called White Mango Chill.  Oh my goodness! It smelled soooo good.  I quickly fell in love (along with my oldest daughter), and it became my go-to scent.  Well guess what? You guessed it! They discontinued it. I was so upset! I couldn’t get it at all in the stores, but it was available online for a little longer. I stocked up with as many bottles as I could afford at the time.  Now they are all gone, and I am still longing for that scent.  

I could go on and on about things I have loved in the past that are no longer available, like Band-Aid Friction Block, Kissing Coolers (yes, I’m old), Chick-fil-a Cole Slaw, Chi Chi’s Mexican restaurant, and so much more.  I really wish that all of these things were still around.  I know some say that they went away to make room for bigger and better things, but I just can’t think of anything better than those things I loved so much.  It seems like whenever I really love something, it gets taken away.  Then I struggle forever trying to replace it.  It’s a sad cycle. What are some things that you loved and lost? 


Wallpaper for Lockers???

Can we talk for a few minutes about the new obsession that kids have had over the past couple of years with decorating their lockers? You guys, if you have younger kids and don’t know about this, apparently it is a thing once they hit middle school.  Back in the dark ages when I was in school and had a locker, we taped up a few pictures inside and maybe a sticker or two but that was it.  The new craze is to really glam up your locker.  I’m talking about rugs and chandeliers for your locker. I have even heard that they make “wallpaper” for your locker.  I mean, really? Is that necessary? Whoever created these dumb things should be strangled! Seriously! Why someone would ever think that these things are a good idea is beyond me.  It is just another way to make parents loose their minds.  

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It has become such a craze that my kid is having a “decorate your locker day” on Friday at her new middle school.  It is part of the 6th grade orientation week.  She has been bugging me all week to take her to the store to buy stuff.  What a waste of money!  I swear that I am not buying a locker rug or chandelier.  I refuse.  I will buy a mirror or a pencil holder thingy and maybe some magnets, but that’s about it. I am sure I am going to be called names for saying these things, but I just think it is ridiculous.  I can just imagine all of the things that my child is going to try to talk me into when we go shopping.  I can see her now getting very upset with me when I refuse.  

I honestly don’t get it. I mean I guess it’s cute, but it’s totally unnecessary.  What is the point? What about all of those kids whose parents can’t afford to glam up their child’s locker? I guess the teacher in me thinks it’s just not a good idea. I’m actually surprised that the schools even allow this.  I would think that it could be a distraction and that there could be some stealing or vandalism involved on occasion.  I get that getting a locker is a rite of passage, but decorating it to this extreme is insane to me. I just don’t get it.  

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I looked and there are even Pinterest boards dedicated to this topic.  That’s where I found all of these crazy pictures.  I can’t be the only person that thinks this is nuts. It’s not like they spend any length of time at their lockers.  Plus, I know my kid.  She is unorganized and will destroy it all when she just shoves everything she can in there.  I can almost assure you that if she had a locker rug, it would be full of tiny crumbs of Goldfish or Cheeze It crackers.  If she had a chandelier it would get crushed by all of the things that she piles a mile high in there.  It is just a total waste of money, and I refuse to buy into the hype. If you are all about this with your child, then I say go for it. It is cute. I just won’t be joining you on this one.

Update: We went shopping before I published this.  Surprisingly, my child did not go for all the fancy things.  I didn’t even have to tell her no or listen to her complain even thought the rugs and things were right there in all their glory. She got a pencil cup, a hook, a dry erase board (the one splurge I allowed), and some magnets. I was very proud of her! 


Pet Peeves

Do you have a pet peeve? I think I have a million of them.  There are so many things that drive me nuts.  Maybe it is a personality flaw, but there really are a lot of things that just send me over the edge or make me very uncomfortable.  I started thinking about pet peeves after some random post I saw on Facebook last night.  It was this whole video about things that are common pet peeves for people. There were things like loud phone talkers, people who constantly interrupt, gum smacking, loud chewers, pen or pencil tapping, slow walkers, people who talk with food in their mouths, and more.  Just about everything that they were showing was something I could say was one of my pet peeves.  Then I started thinking about other things that drive me nuts and realized that maybe I have a problem.  Why do so many things irritate me? Am I impatient, overly sensitive, too type A, too obsessive-compulsive, or what? I don’t know if it is normal or not.  I’m thinking not. 

Here are some of the things that really annoy me and that I guess you could consider pet peeves.  

4-Way Stops

There are several 4-way stops around where I live that I have to drive through all the time.  They are all at major intersections too.  I hate them.  People don’t know the rules for 4 way stops and just go whenever they feel like it even if it isn’t their turn.  They are very aggressive drivers. There are so many accidents at those intersections because of it.  Come on people! If it is a heavy traffic area where all four lanes are several cars deep all the time, why don’t we just put in a red light? It would be much safer for everyone!

Cup Holders

Yes, this is a strange but huge pet peeve that I didn’t know existed until we purchased my current car a couple of years ago.  I drink a lot of water in a day, and I prefer the large Yeti Tumblers.  I carry one with me everywhere.  My cups will not fit in the cup holders in my car, and it makes me crazy.  They would fit in my old car, which is the same car but an older version, and they fit in my husband’s little car. They just won’t fit in my car.  I gripe about it just about every time I get in the car and attempt to wedge my cup in there.  This is one pet peeve that really pushes me over the edge!  Who knew I needed to check the cup holders before purchasing the car? You better believe I will next time around. 

Headlights When Raining

The law in most states requires that you turn your headlights on in your car when it is raining. Many people do not follow this law at all.  Some think that because their car has daytime running lights that they don’t need to turn their lights on when it is raining.  This is WRONG! You still need to turn your lights on.  When you have just your daytime running lights on, there are no lights on in the back of your car.  You have to turn on the headlights so that the back lights come on.  Those are just as important, if not more important than the headlights.  When it is raining heavily, you need to be able to see the car in front of you and the back lights help with that.  Turn your lights on people!

Door to Door Salesmen

This happened just this week. Someone was walking through the neighborhood going door to door trying to sell pest control services.  I swear we get at least one of these a week…pest control, home security, driveway repair, roofing, and the list can go on and on. If I need your services, I will look you up and call you. Don’t come knocking on my door and then try to talk me out of it when I say “no thank you.” Don’t tell me my neighbor so and so is doing it as a way to convince me I should do it.  I don’t care who is using your services. If I need you, I will call you.  Don’t just show up at my house. Oh, and for goodness sakes, don’t ask me for a bottle of water because you are too hot from walking door to door all day.  Get back into you car and go back to your air-conditioned office and wait for me to call you when I need you!  

Loud Chewers

I wrote a whole post on just this not too long ago. You can check it out here.  I do think this is more a disorder than a pet peeve because more than just chewing noises bother me, but I guess it could be considered as one.  It really makes my skin crawl. 

I could keep going, but I will spare you.  These are just some of the recent things that annoy me.  What are your pet peeves? 

Anchored and Rambling,