Monday Morning Musings - I Never Got The Whole Apples And Oranges Thing, What Does That Even Mean?

You know what really irritates me? When I go to the grocery store and spend a good 5 minutes picking out apples that are bruise free, then I go to check out and the clerk just carelessly drops the apples on the counter or throws them over to the bagger. I wanna say, "Ummm, HELLO! Have you never eaten an apple before in your life?" Is there some secret code that binds all grocery store clerks to apple abuse or something?

Addison is now sporting a lovely black (more like a light purplish) eye and a bruised cheek. She was on her changing table yesterday and I opened the drawer below her to get an outfit out for her to wear. She, being at the age where she can't hold still for more than 1/8th of a second, flipped right off the changing table and landed in the open drawer. Thankfully that saved her head from any further damage. Unfortunately her face caught the side of the drawer on her way in.

Addy has also learned a great trick of sliding down the car seat thing that goes across the chest and she takes her arms completely out of the straps. I turn around and regularly find her just sitting in her car seat with no shoulder straps. And she gives me this big cute smile that says, "Hey mom! Look what I can do!"

The blossoms on a flowering pear tree smell like poop. I have 3 of them planted by my driveway. It took me a whole 2 days to figure out where that horrid smell was coming from. Zac is actually the one who figured it out.

My kids spent the night at my mom's house on Friday night. What did Steve and I do? We ate at an old persons restaurant (Steve is over 40, so he fit in just fine) because we didn't want to have to wait for a table at another one. Then we went to Home Depot to pick out lights for our new house. It was actually kind of fun. Is that sad?

Steve told me the other day that he is not attached to our new house. He doesn't want to get attached, just in case we can't sell this one. Can I just tell you how much that pissed me off? Lemetellyousomething. I AM attached. That is my freakin' house and I am moving into it and that is where I am going to spend the rest of my days (may they be long). And he has to be lying. He says he's not, but I don't see how he isn't. He is there ALL DAY EVERYDAY. If you could go to my new house, you would be attached to it. We could never build another house in another place like that because there is no other place like that. There is a huge horse ranch behind us, gorgeous view in every direction, open space with no houses on one side, walking trail on the other that leads down to a duck pond. Sorry! Like I said, that's MY house. I am gonna raise my kids there, my grandchildren are going to come visit me there, and I am going to die there (may that be many, many decades from now) and be buried in a hole in the backyard. He's not attached? Sorry honey, we are a package deal at this point, me and that house.

Steve has this ability to back up a vehicle that is just.....he's really good at it. He pretty much wrote the book on parallel parking. He can honestly drive better backward than forward, and he is an excellent forward driver. He can back into any space, anywhere, expertly. The other day, I needed air in my tires and he needed air in his big work trailer tires. So we drove to the gas station together. He backed his big old trailer into this little tiny narrow space. He seriously had maybe an inch on either side before he hit something. He just backed that puppy right into that little space effortlessly, on the first try. I don't know why.....but there is something about..... watching him back things up like that.....sigh.....that I find rather.....appealing.....Sorry. That's probably more than you needed/wanted to know.