If You are What You Eat- Then What Does my Fridge Say About Me???

Because I think Edie is a ton of fun and I think I want to be her when I grow up, I decided to just forgo the embarrassment of my refrigerator and join her "what my fridge taught me" post.

Although I wish I had the cutesy writing over the food in the fridge. . . we'll have to settle for my commentary instead.

So, let's just say first things first. . . I'm very embarrassed about how the fridge looks and it is in desperate need of cleaning.

But, we, at this house, eat real butter, which that would explain those dimples in my hiney and the backs of my upper thighs.

Also, we love leftovers because I CAN'T STAND TO WASTE. Seriously. . .. read my last post about what I had for a snack. 'Nuff said. Just with all the hungry people in the world I can't stand to throw food away.

Also the crisper is full of lettuce because I happen to like rabbit food, and when I feed my family salads it makes me feel less guilty about the boxed, processed mac and cheese I give them along side it.

Lactaid. . . you see that. . . that's 'cause the baby has a smiggin' of a lactose allergy. . . so Alec, the big milk drinker in the family has to suffer through the Lactaid milk.

You see all the eggs? Ash and Alec aren't egg people. . . however, but the rest of us love 'em, especially my friend, Jackie's farm fresh eggs. She's spoiled me. I no longer like the taste of the grocery store eggs.

See the mustard with the blue top? I think that is the top to the mayo. What does that say about me? I'm scattered, disorganized, and cluttered, but I once heard that those who had clean houses were boring people. . . well, that quote stuck in my head. . . so in all efforts NOT to be boring I decided to carry that quote over to my fridge too :)

Multiple bottles of ketchup? Because it has high fructose corn syrup and when I'm giving up sugar it makes me feel like I'm having dessert, but the tops are messy. . . sigh. . .

See all the Rubbermaid tupperware that the leftovers are in? Courtesy of my mom. . . because she IS so organized and clean and on top of things. . . .and she gives me a new box of Rubbermaid tupperware every.single.year for Christmas. Oh, but, wait! She's lots of fun too. Does that mean I have to rethink my whole excuse as to why I don't have a clean house/fridge?

Now, in an effort to have bloggy fun and do this post. . . I must go now. . . to clean my fridge. . . because I really am horridly embarrassed. Guess I'll go be boring!

Pathetic

Pathetic. . . yep, that's what I am!! Wanna little glimpse into how pathetic Mrs. Mama in High heels is. . .

Well, first of all, let's just start with that name. . . I'm slowly not living up to my name anymore. Whereas in the past everytime you saw me (except when I'm running, of course), I'd have me a pair of pumps on . . . not so much anymore. . . I've caved to the comfort of my flip flops, five fingers, gladiator sandals, and a new pair of Toms (well Toms soon (thanks to my sweet hubby). . I actually tried on Melissa's and didn't want to give them back). These days I'm lucky if I even wear heels on Sunday. . . maybe I need a new name for my new identity?hee!hee!

Speaking of comfort. . . let's just go into luxury here. I just love for my kids to brush my hair, fix my hair, rub my back, etc. . . . they HATE it, and I actually confessed not too long ago I will using brushing mom's hair as a means of punishment around here. Well, here lately those kiddos of mine have been pretty good. So, that means I've had to resort to something else to make them brush my hair. . . butter cookies!!! Yes, I am SO PATHETIC I actually bribe my kids to brush my hair for butter cookies! Sad. . . so very, very pathetic I am!!

Another luxury around here is watching a movie! Jon has been working so much lately between his full time job and flipping house, we don't really get to watch too many movies. Well we got one in the other night from Netflix. It was 1 hours and 44 minutes long. It took is 3 stinkin' days to watch the thing. We would fall asleep each night. . . now that is some kind of PATHETIC!!!

On the same note of falling asleep, we were watching "Man vs Food" with the kiddos last night while waiting for "America's Got Talent" to come on. It was 7:30 and Jon and I were both snoozing hard!!! It's like we've turned into my Granny and Grandpa. We woke up long enough to kiss the kiddos goodnight and remind them to say their own prayers (most nights we pray as a family). PATHETIC!!!!

Yesterday while having our "Tuesday with Granddaddy", Ash left part of her brownie on her plate. She walked away because she got distracted by something (like her mother, poor thing). I knew she didn't mean to leave part of a brownie. However, it was time for me to clean up the dishes, and her brownie was sitting on her plate all by itself looking all lonesome. While a good, sweet, and kind mother would have called their child to come finish the rest of their brownie. . . not this mama. I could have thrown the thing away if I'd been thinking about the terrible white flour, crummy sugar, and yucky hydrogenated oils that this little thing was composed of. However, those things didn't even cross my mind. I'd already had 2 of them myself, so I knew how scrumpdillicious they were. I took that little yummy goodness and plopped that thing in my mouth and savored every last morsel of it. . . yep, PATHETIC. . . I know!

"You Look Like a Homeschooling Mom"

This summer when we were in SSI, we'd heard news that George Bush (apparently SSI is a favorite vacation spot of his) was eating lunch at "4th of May". This is right down the road from Jon's parents' condo. We all quickly changed from our swimsuits into our clothes. Therefore, I just put on a sundress and brushed my hair. No time for makeup or hair products or even. . . high heels!!!

As we patrolled The Village, we had no luck. Couldn't find our former president anywhere. Oh well. . . . guess while we were there we may as well take the kids to the park.

I head over to the see-saw with Hanna. This really nice lady comes up to me and says.

"Are you in the homeschool group?"

Now, I'm apart of many homeschool groups, and I immediately started praying, "Lord, please help me remember this lady's name. I don't recognize her at all."

I smile and say, "Yes, I am."

Here I am thinking she's talking about the homeschool group here in G-town. After all SSI is full of vacationers. As she starts talking I realize that she and I are talking about 2 totally different homeschool groups. They were a local homeschool group meeting up for a play date in the park.

I proceed to apologize to her and tell her I'm from G-town and I thought she was talking about a homeschool group where I'm from. . . blah!blah! blah!

She said, "Well, we were having a play date here at the park and I just started this group. When I saw you I thought you looked like a homeschooling mom."

I told Jon I hope it was not my homely look I had going on (we ALL know the stereotype homeschooling moms have) . . . that it was more the sweet expression on my face. . . . wishful thinking!

That night we were going out either to dinner or the beach (my memory fails me) I had the full get-up on . . . the makeup, hair, accessories galore, a cute outfit, and my heels . . . Jon asked me if I was trying to redeem myself from earlier in the day!!! You betcha!!!!

Yesterday I Demonstrated Very Well WHY I am a Runner

Yesterday. . . Sunday afternoon. . . many of my friends got to see the reason why I run.

We had a get together at our friends, John and Judy's home. The kiddos swam and the adults. . . well, most of us played a mean game of volleyball.

Now I'm very aware of my non-athleticism. In fact, I'm very forthright with people and tell them that is why I run. . . because anybody can do it. However, after 4 marathons, 1 ultramarathon, several medals from winning my 5K age group, yada, yada, yada. . . I think people don't really believe me . . .that is . . . until yesterday. . . .

I PLAY VOLLEYBALL LIKE A PRISSY, PRISSY GIRL!!!!

Which means when Trish said, "Michele, you've got to dive for the ball."

I reply, "Do I look like the kind-of girl that dives for a ball?"

Basically sums up my whole game. . . that little exchange of words.

Then, when I did get the ball over the net I jumped up and down and screamed a girly squeal like I'd won the lottery!!!! Seriously.

I actually got to demonstrate my mad volleyball skillz twice.

The first game, the LORD was so good to us. He sent rain. What fun!!! To play volleyball in the rain!! We got soaked!!! Our ages ranged from late 20s to mid-60s!!! We acted like a bunch of 12 year olds out there. . . having a BLAST!!!!

When the monsoon hit we ran for shelter. The rain cleared up and we had a new crew pull up. . . ready to get their game on!!!

Believe it or not. . . OUR team won despite them having me on their team!!! It was really a very, very close game. My team would've won much quicker had I been on the other team *smile*

Then, when I'd serve and the ball would go out right field NO WHERE near the net, I explained to everyone. "That is WHY I run. I can control which way my legs go!!!" In fact, one time I went to serve and hit one of my teammates on the back with the ball. It was like a really bad episode of "Saved by the Bell."

We had a great time of fellowship.

Guess I'd better sum up our whole weekend while I'm here.

Friday the kids and I went to a youth swim party. It was a lot of fun and I got a chance to get to know some of the girls. . . I also got a chance to get to know my new friends, Jennifer and Jessica better!

Saturday, Jon helped Doug with his roof. He was gone all day. The kids and I went over to their house and we all ate lunch together. We headed back home and I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to organize the homeschool room. I actually had planned on sewing later that night. However, my power cord to my machine is MISSING!!! I knew Jon would be beat and I'd have to entertain myself that night.

I got everyone to bed, headed downstairs with "Cookie", and read until I fell asleep.

A GREAT weekend!

81. For my sweet visit with my dear friend, Kim, today.

82. For time flying when you're having fun.

83. For my walk at the track with Faith this morning.

84. For friends who love me enough to let me play volleyball with them.

85. For a cool enough morning to take the kids on a bike ride.

A little piece of advice

Always leave 10 minutes earlier than your scheduled departed time . . .

because you might just run late to your little sister's baby shower (which only the hubby could come because she's on bed rest) . . . that you're helping to give . . .

Although while there you will get to see your great aunt Betty, whom you love dearly and your childhood holds many fond memories of . . .

Your girls will get to play with Uncle Jonathan. . .

And even prepare him for his own little girl putting hair bows in his hair. . .

The girls might get to spend the night with Nanna. . .

On your way home. . . you might remember that you really needed gas. . .

But, because you were already running late to the shower, you told yourself, 'you'd get it later.'

Which. . . you might just run out of gas on the side of the road. . .

and possibly drown in your own pool of sweat. . . because its 95 degrees outside. . .

You might just be giddy and silly and laugh like crazy because you can't believe you actually didn't "beat the tank" this time. . .

Thankfully, Mama wasn't too far ahead of me and got me some gas. . .

The kindness of strangers stopping to help us fill it with gas to get me to moving. . .

And, . . . all that hard work to put on makeup and fix your hair to look pretty. . . must just be flushed down the drain. . .

because your makeup has sweated off and your hair is drenched in sweat. . .

Lovely! Just plain lovely!!! Thank goodness that bleaching of my teeth didn't sweat off :)