Mama In Stilettos

Tag

So I desperately NEED to have a tag sale.  When I first moved into my house, I had everything organized, labeled and knew what everything was in the storage part of the basement.  This was about 3 and a half years ago.  

Since then, "Stuff" ("stuff" being baby contraptions, extra christmas decorations, extra curtains, comforters and decorations...And all kinds of RANDOM crap that has accumulated  and found it's way down there. Like my husband's fascination for keeping empty boxes, cause ya never know when you are going need the blender box, or the Guitar Hero box.) has overtaken my basement and has now made it's way into the "partially finished" side of the cellar.  So every time I walk downstairs I start breathing heavy and my chest tightens up in anxiety because it is  starting to look like an episode of Hoarders.  I, for one, would be a cheerleader of renting a small dumpster and throwing all kinds of crap away.  But no.  I am told that everyone loves a good tag sale, especially when there are baby clothes and toys involved.

So I am suckerd into dragging everything into my garage and labeling the everloving life out of things.  Because I JUST HAVE THE KIND OF TIME.  So here I am carting books, blankets and toys in my only FREE TIME of the day.  But I'm not bitter.

Guess I am about to make a boatload of money (heh heh).  

Egg-Z-R-oneous

Who ever thought to make a religious holiday into ANOTHER commercial monstrosity is simply genius.  How would I ever know that Easter is coming if I didn't see the Cadbury Eggs showing up in CVS?  Or know that it's time to pull out the white patent leather stilettos for that special Sunday? 

But in all seriousness.  This egg thing?  Needs to be stopped.  Or at least capped.  Because it is out of control.  Eggs and candy everywhere.  Chocolate barking up my legs and jelly beans breathing down my neck.  Not to mention those Reeses Peanut Butter Eggs magically appearing inside my mouth.  How did they get there??? I have NO idea.  

You know what the REALLY bad thing was this year? I raided the kids baskets even BEFORE Easter. Yep.  I was craving myself some chocolate a couple of days before Easter and *ZING* "Oh! There are Cadbury Eggs in the kids' baskets!"  So I went downstairs where I was hiding them and stole an egg.  Only then I realized the baskets were uneven.  I stole from one basket.  So now one basket had one more Cadbury Egg than the other. So <POP> I stole another quickly and shoved it in my mouth. There. All is right with the world.

So now here I sit.  Feeling FAT. BLOATED and all together DISGUSTED with myself after this week of binge candy eating.

Good thing I start my new P90X (Extreme Home Fitness) and new diet tomorrow.  

I think there will be lots of things to talk about.  Especially when I have to complete the DVD named "Plyometrics".  The description of this DVD says that I will spend most of the time in the air..JUMPING.  And then it says this about the technique of jumping, "this technique can best be achieved by leaping off the toes and landing softly and quietly on the balls of the feet.  Think Catwoman/Spiderman, not Frankenstein." OH MY.  Do they know that my middle name is not GRACE?  I am positive I am going to look like a circus freak. 

Stay Tuned.