friday fragments & follow

Welcome Friday Followers & Fragmenters! Take a look around. And may I please say without offending, if you're not going to read this post or any other post on my blog please don't bother commenting. And please come back and join me for my new blog carnival, Movie Monday.

I'm thinking noreply-comment@blogger.com is getting real pissed off at me and my countless emails. Change your settings people! Love ya!

It disturbs me that honey doesn't have any Nutrition Facts on the label and only says WARNING: Do not feed to infants under one year of age.

I don't understand baby products that are designed with creepy dead skinless faces skulls. If you're a parent who likes this, please explain.

Last week Otter's school had a Green Eggs & Ham breakfast in honor of Dr. Seuss. They wasted a heck of a lotta food because no one could stomach it. The mind is a powerful thing folks. It may taste the same but it just looks gross. Next year let's try yellow eggs mkay? Or at least have the ham separate from the eggs.

I saw the preview for Robert Pattinson's new movie. Sorry Edward, you will always be a vampire to me.

I am all the sudden totally over facebook. I would much rather read about the lives of strangers bloggy friends than my actual friends.

We spent $432 last week to get our mini-van's heater fixed and brakes replaced. When I turned on the heater on Tuesday the damn thing was rattling. I was banging my head on the steering wheel practically in tears when I realized there was a plastic bag covering the vent. Oops.

I participated in Shell & Supah's Just Dance Your Bloggy Off! I really truly thought my score was bad at the time but I totally rocked it! I was only going to be satisfied with all GREATS and a few OK's and that wasn't happening. I'm not competitive at all. Go watch me dance!

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Have a great weekend!

Peeing Women

What is about women and bathrooms? Does it REALLY take that long? Get in and get out, how difficult is it? Grrrrrr. Don't give me that crap about men get to stand up and that's why it doesn't take them that long. Bull. There is NEVER a line for the men's and EVERY time I'm standing in line it takes everything I have not to just go in there myself.

Maybe it's because moms take the kids, I don't know. But I don't really think that's it either because there wasn't one kid in the line that wrapped around two flippin corners. Here's the kicker... it seems ALL women get pissed off about long lines and complain about it the whole time they're in line. If all women hate the long lines than DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT! It seems we could all work together to fix this problem, no?

Most the time I just go pop a squat somewhere. Especially if there's alcohol involved. But let's face it, there are just times you have to wait. Tell me what your thoughts are on this ladies. What can we do to change the world?

Have a great week!

reminiSCENTS

Isn't is crazy how certain scents remind you of certain people or bring back certain memories?

Recently, softsoap was on sale so I bought some. I couldn't believe how the smell immediately took me back to getting my belly button pierced my freshman year in college. That was the soap I used to so carefully clean it each and every day for the first week or two.

It got me thinking...that seems to happen a lot, smelling something and being reminded of a distant memory.

Here are a few of mine:

Vanilla Fields perfume: junior high locker room

Bath & Body Works Cucumber Melon lotion: freshman year in high school & an old friend (P.E. in particular)

Clinique Happy perfume: sophomore year in high school & another old friend

Certain colognes still remind me of boyfriends I had in high school.

Victoria's Secret Romantic Wish lotion: our wedding (get your mind out of the gutter, I used it before I put on my dress)

Bath & Body Works Warm Vanilla Sugar soap: Otter's stitches (cleaning them ever so carefully...now that smell almost makes me nauseous)

Bath & Body Works Sun-Ripened Raspberry: Raven's first week of life and breastfeeding (washing hands every 5 seconds to prevent spreading germs to the new baby)

our doctor clinic and hospital soap: giving birth to Raven

cooked cauliflower and cream cheese: Otter's first week on his special diet

Ok, you may think I'm crazy, but I can distinguish the smell of my baby's poop from other babies'. Is that common or am I losing my mind?

good luck?

Good luck. A common phrase used to express encouragement. However, have you ever really thought about this phrase? Good luck. Like I need luck to succeed or something. Yes I know, I’m looking way too far into this, but here’s how the topic came about in the first place.

A good friend of mine had a miscarriage a while back. She developed influenza and they think that may be why the baby didn’t make it. When they went to their appointment to hear the baby’s heartbeat for the first time, it wasn’t there. I can’t even imagine the feeling. I am blessed to not have experienced this heartache.

As she shared with me her experience, she mentioned that a co-worker wished her luck as she left for the appointment. As soon as her co-worker said it she thought, “Why do I need luck? What does that really mean? ‘Good luck, hope the baby has a heartbeat?’” Much to her dismay, her precious baby did not have a heartbeat, which caused her to rethink this “good luck” thing. Where did this expression come from? Wouldn’t it be better to say, “God bless?” or “God be with you” or something?

It really got me thinking. That’s such a good point. It’s almost rude if you think about it. I myself say it all the time. Just the other day I wished an acquaintance good luck as she left to attend the delivery of her granddaughter. Why would she need luck for that?

Technically, if you believe in God you shouldn’t necessarily believe in “luck” for life’s circumstances. Now, there are times when it’s appropriate to say “good luck,” such as before a test that hasn’t been studied for, or before the reading of the winning lottery numbers.

I catch myself starting to say it all the time, and I know people don’t take offense to it, because most people probably don’t even think about it. They just say thanks and appreciate the well wishes. However, I’m trying to remember to say, “best wishes,” or something that doesn’t have to do with luck.

So in the future, take note of what you’re wishing someone good luck for, and if it really “fits” the situation. And with that being said, “Good luck!”