Friday Fun- I'm STILL Random

I have to say, dear readers, I'm just not feeling very funny today. I might even be a little bit cranky. Perhaps I'm coming up on a Personal Safety Day. They take a bit to brew, and you know, if I'm going to go all out and declare one, I figure I should really work it and make it a good one.

This morning was borderline. The Hub was being rather annoying. And I looked at my son and said,"Go smack your father, please."

And he did! He walked right up to him and said,"This is from Mom." and laid one right on The Hub's booty (And my kids don't hold back. They can smack!)

Don't you love it when obedience kicks in? Why can't it be like this when I say,"Go make your bed" or "Stop annoying your brother"?

And in other news, Day 10 out of 12 that it has been raining here in The Lou. I don't know how much more my psyche or my hair can take. Think Mulberry Bush. In fact, just look at the painting at the top of this blog and imagine my face in it. I like to think of it as performance art. I call it "The Chaos Within". That's about the state of things!

My neighbor brought some of his wine over yesterday. I'm not talking dandelion wine. Or strawberry wine. He's a kiwi transplant and he works his vineyards in New Zealand and Oregon. I bought a case of his Savignon Blanc (yes, it was a total splurge, but well worth it) and he was bringing it downstairs for me. He takes it over to the shelf, only to find that I still had three bottles of his Pinot Noir left. He looks at me and says (in his British New Zealand accent),"From LAST year? Man, Melissa! You've got a drinking problem! That should have been drunk a LONG time ago!"

BTW, if anyone does have an interest in wines, you can see his wines here. You will want to look at the wines that are from the New Zealand vineyards (Marlborough, McGinlay's Vineyard). The Oregon wines are nice, but the NZea wines, wow!

But here's to Friday, obedience in the right moment, new wine flavors and hair that continues to grow, for all of which I am thankful. Have a fabulous weekend, Mac-n-Chick Readers!

Yours, wishing the rain would give me a little space so I could miss it,

Melissa

Thursday Thoughts- Stupidity or Sheer Brilliance?

It's that time of the week- Thursday Thoughts. :-) A dangerous place to be, inside my head, that is.  You just never know what you're gonna get.

This week we went shopping for school supplies. My children are elementary age, and if you have children that age, you know about THE LIST.  Yes, THE LIST. Seems to grow every year. And quite specific, mind you. Why each child needs three packages of markers, and colored pencils, and crayons I will never know . I'm not in the classroom, but I suppose there is a rhyme and reason to it. And make sure those folders are pockets only, please, and that the scissors are blunt or sharp tipped.  By the time you add it all up (their personal supplies and the CLASSROOM supplies. . . paper towels, kleenex and the like) you've spent about $80 on two children. This did, however, include one new backpack and one new lunch box. 

Is you have gone through this before, you will also know that trying to get the list done, with children in tow, in the midst of many other families doing the same, you will know that by the time you get out of the store, you are just a little more than crazy.

Which brings me to my point. I took the kids to a store where I could get everything. It was not a convenience store, but a well-known, national chain.  Going up and down the aisles and in between were school supplies beyond necessity. However, smack dab in the middle was an aisle of all wine and hard liquor. A full aisle of wine and alcohol as far as the eye could see, settled quite in the middle of the school supplies aisles.

I can not decide if this was sheer stupidity or a brilliant marketing ploy to increase alcohol sales. Because heaven knows, after what I spent, and what it took to find everything on that list, I was certainly wishing for something to ease my nerves. 

Yours, thinking it was a brilliant marketing ploy,

Melissa