This Dead Blog

I am no writer. I never took anything other than "Senior English" in high school and "English 102" in college. Let's be honest here people, my yearbook teacher almost kicked me off the editing staff because I couldn't spell. I just like to play pretend writer. With this dead blog. 

So this morning, in pretend writers world, I broke through my writer's block. Which, in mom of two babies world, translates into: I found time between the first viewing of Despicable Me and lunch time for Isaac, Dillon, and myself.

So.

Where have I been?

What have I been doing?

How's the husband, kids, and dog?

What about all those ambitious goals?

How's the weather?

Are you "holding on to the edge of your seat?" I am about to answer those questions for you. Following this post, you can read all about the last three and half months. I'll keep them in order of events and I'll cheat with the dates and make it look like I am on top of blogging like a good writer should be.

So, if you keep reading, I'll slowly catch up on the past events. In the meantime, I'll get back to blogging about the rest of our semi-crazy lives on a semi-regular basis. Who knows maybe I'll finally get around to posting pictures and blogging about projects.

Dear 2011

I like to recap what Brett and I accomplished the previous year, cause let's be honest, the year usually goes by in a massive blur. I also have a less than perfect memory and I don't want to feel like a complete bum who watching several TV shows a weeks.

But before I get into that, let me just briefly tell you how we celebrated to the New Year. We played XBox all night. With Casey. Modern Warfare Three. I know we are lame. We didn't even countdown or anything. Oh well.

2011...

We visited Utah and Washington DC.

Brett turned 25.

I turned 23.

Krista and the kids came to visit.

I spray painted my car.

Isaac was born.

Isaac learned to crawl.

We all got really sick.

Brett a promotion.

Brett graduated from college.

We installed new floors in out bedroom.

I refinished some office furniture.

We installed on pavers in the backyard.

We gardened, kind of.
Casey came to visit.

Well. It seems like a small list, but adding Isaac to the family was so wonderful and it really kept us busy enjoying him. Can't wait for everything to do this year!

Anticipated Updates

This time I have a legitimate excuse for my absence in the blogging world. Not that my posts are in high demand for your reading entertainment or anything. However, I know my sister in-law, Krista, checks up on our family blog, so we have at least one fan.

Did you hear we had our baby? Yep, hence my blogging absence. Anyways, I finally got around to the blog update, but I kinda cheated. I adjusted the dates on my posts so that they would be in chronological order (scroll down the page for the real news). Someday I might print the blog into a book, since I have failed miserably at journal keeping, and I want accurate dates associated with my posts. 

Time for the real posts.

White Spray Paint

I am only putting this story on the blog because it is funny now. It wasn't funny when it happened.

There is this armoire that my mom gave me when I got married. It started out as a regular unpainted wooden armoire. After I got it, I painted it black. Then I decided it belonged in the baby's room and it needed to be green. The armoire came out so cute green. 

Once I got it in the nursery I decided that since it only had two drawers and three shelves, it would need baskets to help organize the baby's clothes. Surprisingly enough, finding the perfect baskets was a hard task, but I did find some bare baskets. They would need to be painted.

I added "Spray Paint Baskets" to Brett's pre-baby to do list. With school being so crazy and him working so many hours, eventually it made its way over to my to do list. So one afternoon, I went into the garage and spray painted my baskets white. 

Well, my only concern at the time was to make sure I left the garage door open while I painted the baskets, so it never did cross my mind that everything else in the garage would get my own special touch of white paint too. That included the car...

After I did one coat on the baskets, I left the house to run some errands. Came back for a second final coat. Left the house again, and upon returning I noticed the car. The first thing that crossed my mind was, WOW, the car got really dusty. I then tried to wipe the dust off, and then realized my giant oops. Long story short...

I panicked, tried to wash the car, called Brett, cleaned what I could off (the windows).

Brett came home... He realized that it was much more involved than he thought. I cried, Brett did some research. Eventually we got the car looking good again with some nail polish remover, and a very heavy coat of wax.

No pictures of this. I was too upset at the time.

Oops.

Sooo Busy

Kay people. At some point with in the next week I promise I will get some sort of update going. Between work, school, the house, and getting ready for this baby, I have had literally no time.

Like no time as in, it takes me a week to get through one of my DVR-ed tv showed cause I only watch an episode five minutes at a time.

But things are slowly coming together, Krista is coming to visit soon, and I am totally on the countdown of this pregnancy.

Updates coming soon.

The Title is Utah, it is As Much Spotlight As I Am Willing to Give

I love it when I have my mind made up about a thing, anything for that matter. I can be a very indecisive and confused person from time to time. But, when you are sure about a thing, you feel like you have made a step toward becoming more of a defined person.

My new opinion, actually just a confirmed opinion.

Ready.

Arizona is the best state in the USA.

When I was little I set one life goal that I was actually serious about. I promise, I have had more than one goal in life, but don't be disappointed when I tell you. When I was about eight I decided that I wanted to visit all fifty states. So far I have been to fifteen of them. Each one has something exciting to offer, but my most recent to visit to Utah for the fourth time is what I would like to briefly talk about.

This past weekend Brett and I, and his family, all took a drive, through Las Vegas, to Provo to visit some family and watch Andy, our brother in law, perform on the trumpet at BYU. Andy is fantastic. He plays in the US Army band, works at Arlington Cemetery, tours the world... He is very talented, a super dad, makes fantastic lemonade, and is just really nice. It was my first time seeing him play, aside from mini Christmas programs in Sheri's living room, so that was cool. That was the main reason for our trip to Utah. We also got to see his kids and Krista, which is always fantastic. They have a new baby girl we got to see and we got to watch Clark wear the Jordan's we bought for him forever ago. And... we got to laugh with Casey. 

That was the good part of the trip, not the good part of Utah.

I will give my two sentences on the bad part of the trip and that is it. The car ride was horribly uncomfortable. It was also stinky. 

Now. Arizona is the best state in the USA, Utah doesn't come anywhere close to being the best. 

Hello people, I don't know why you live in Utah! Three out of my four visits to Utah have been wet, cold, and snowing! According to my calculations, Utah is miserable seventy five percent of the time. It looks dirty, everyone's car is trashed and their license plate is bent halfway up. Last I heard you still can't get caffeinated soda on campus. The freeways are about as nice as the ones in Los Angeles and there is only one Apple Store in the entire state. Which by the way, is difficult to get assistance at when you want to make a purchase. I had to raise my hand, to get an associate from across the store, but he was very nice.

Utah residences, I hope I haven't entirely offended you. There are some wonderful things about Utah, but for the sake of this post, I can't go into those details cause it would contradict my current opinions. Please just know that you guys are still good people, you just need to relocate to maybe Arizona.

So, Arizona is simply fantastic and the best, but I already knew that and so did you.

We laugh. We cry. Then we pee our pants.

Okay, so maybe we didn't literally pee our pants. But, according to my book, you are so not considered a human being if you haven't laughed so hard, you cried.

I remember when I was little we would go over on Sunday afternoons to visit my Nana. My family would usually swing by in the evening, after an early dinner, so as to not interrupt her novellas. Doing this just kinda seemed wrong. It was her TV time. I could never understand why she watched those shows so religiously and why she had to watch them in Spanish.

As a kid you are usually glued to the TV Saturday mornings with a helping of Lucky Charms. As a kid, this made sense to me. A day off from school with cartoons and a language I could understand. However, towards the end of high school CBS got me hooked on How I Met Your Mother and suddenly I had my own novella to watch. As I had the freedom to do homework while watching TV, my list of TV shows grew and I didn't like to be interrupted while they were on.

Two apartments and a basement later, I lived in a home with a husband, two dogs, and DVR box. Best invention ever! I can totally watch TV way faster now. I get to skip all the crummy parts, commercials, and I never miss a show. But, I am not here to promote a DVR box in every home or anything. All I am saying is it makes having novella watching as a hobby much more convenient. And I am just like my Nana.

Now, here comes the part where I divulge my list of TV shows I watch on a regular basis. Although I already leaked the name of one of my favorite shows, which I now have converted three BFFs into watching, you are not allowed to judge me for the content of the shows I watch. I am well aware that there are shows on my list that can be considered slightly trashy.

How I Met Your Mother - CBS

Biggest Loser -  NBC

The Office - NBC

Glee - FOX

Top Gear - BBC

So, I am sure that you have heard of all of these shows, with the exception of the one found on the BBC channel. I know, the BBC channel. British humor is supposed to be so off for us Americans. 

Brett has a friend at work named Andrew who is British and he recommended Top Gear to Brett and I. Well, we love it! I highly recommend it to everyone. The show is all about cars, but not in a dude way where the lingo is all about what is under the hood/bonnet, although, when they showcase a car they do mention vehicle specifications. It is hosted by three men who are often put through automotive challenges throughout the world. It is usually a contest that consists of defeating each other by any and all means possible. To fully understand this show, just watch one, please. Try the episode where they cross the African desert or where they drive muscle cars in America. 

Earlier this week, Brett and I watch the episode where the three men go semi-truck driving, or lorry driving. I swear we did not pee our pants, but we were laughing and crying so hard, I was a bit concerned with going into premature labor over this ridiculous show. If you ever get around to watching a full episode, please let me know if you pee your pants. I promise to upgrade your status to a higher form of human being in my book. I promise you won't be disappointed.

Dear 2010

Last year I wrote to your brother, 2009, about how I almost zoned out that year. I reminisced on fourteen things for 2009 that seemed eventful enough to blog about. Now even though 2009 had forty blog posts and 2010 has only twelve, I am positive this past year has been more eventful than the last.

As a matter of fact, this year has been more than eventful. I have so many wonderful things to report about. We have had so much fun growing up this past year and are so excited for the events to come this year. Hopefully I can come up with more than fourteen things to reminisce about this year, many which probably didn't receive a blog post. Here's to 2010!

I got a job as a stylist at Ulta

I quit working at PostedProperties.com

We got a puppy named Deagan

Brett turned 24

We bought a house

We got called to be primary teachers

We got a puppy named Emma

Vacationed to California

Had lots of sleepovers with Brooke

I turned 22

Went to a Jack Johnson concert

Vacationed to Washington DC to visit the Allphins

Ate at DC Cupcakes and paid too much

Worked way too much on yard work

Installed wood floors, painted, and decorated our home

Celebrated our first Christmas in our home and hosted some parties

Found out we going to have a baby

Found out it was a boy

And more to come this year

April 22nd, 2010: Work

I quit PostedProperties.com and am now a full time stylist at Ulta!

The end.

Yeah, I know. It's been awhile.

It's been several weeks since I blogged.

Oops.

So I decided that since Krista (my sister in law) was moving around the same time I was moving, I'd get back to blogging when she did. Well, she started blogging like a week ago, and moved into her new house a month ago, couple weeks after Brett and I moved. And she has three kids... And she is pregnant... And that makes me a slacker.

So. I guess this means I'll just get to blogging at some point. I've already procrastinated this much, so I will put it off till tomorrow. One more time.

Ha.

Caffeine

I'm up. I'm wide awake. It is 10:45 PM and I am not sleepy!

This is going to be a problem come tomorrow morning as I sit at my desk and pour over the endless rectangles that make up my Excel database. 

The last time I was wide awake at night was when I was nocturnal and jobless. Tonight we can blame caffeine and my self-diagnosed almost brain aneurysm. Don't panic, I said self-diagnosed not actual.

Yesterday at about five o'clock, as I was watching The Biggest Loser via hulu.com, I started to feel a headache come on and within about fifteen minutes it was in full force. So I stumbled to my bed to take a quick nap hoping it would help. About and hour later Brett came home, gave me the magical migraine pills and I was function again. However, the magical migraine pill only lasted like three hours which totally isn't how it normally works. I gave up and went to bed.

Sleep did not come.

Those magical migraine pills are loaded, I mean loaded, with caffeine.

So I spent the night with my head throbbing, and sleeping every thirty minutes or so. When it came time to wake up for work, I got in the shower, got dress, and then spent thirty minutes bent over the toilet contemplating how this would effect my work performance. I eventually called my boss about to cry in pain and explained to him that work was out of the question.

I then text Brett and told him to call me in two hours to make sure I was still alive. I was convinced I was going to lay down and have a brain aneurysm right there on my pillow. I took a caffeine migraine pill and some how went to sleep.

I woke up 1:00 PM shut all the blinds and did some light reading. I totally felt fine till about 6:30 PM when the slight throbbing in my head returned. 

I took another migraine pill drank 32oz of Dr. Pepper and now I am screwed cause I'm never going to get any sleep for work tomorrow.

And I promised I am not a drug addict. I hate taking pills, I gag on them.

Renting Via Red Box

Let's just start by saying that Red Box and Netflix are the two greatest inventions ever. Kay, not ever, but they come pretty close to it.

We watch a lot of movies. One, it's cheap and two, it usually calls for chocolate. I promise that this story isn't going anywhere. So please don't expect some life changing moment to form onto the screen. I just wanted to share a story.

Remember when you were a little kid and Circle K was on every corner. Fine, not every corer, just on two out of the four given corners at an intersection, plus one Circle K less than a quarter mile away. You remember that? I guess it wasn't when you were just a little kid, it has pretty much always been that way. Store that mental picture of your favorite Circle K convenience store to the side in your brain somewhere.

Now. A few days ago Brett and I rented a movie online from Red Box. If you didn't already know, you can rent online and pick up your movie later, we do this for the popular movies. So after renting online, we got in the car and drove to the Circle K behind our apartment to pick up our movie (this is our normal Red Box location and it is literally right behind our apartment). 

Brett gets out of the car, walks up to Red Box, swipes his card, swipes his card again, and walks back to the car without a DVD. He then proceeds to explain how retarded he is for going to the wrong Circle K. He rented our movie from the Circle K of off Williams Field, and we were at the Circle K off of Pecos.

Okay. Williams Field it is.

We drive to the Circle K off of Williams Field. He gets out of the car, walks up to Red Box, swipes his card, swipes his card again, then walks back to the car without a DVD. Again, he tells me that he is retarded, and since we are on the west side of the intersection we are now in Chandler and Williams Field becomes Chandler Boulevard. So we still haven't made it to the correct Red Box of off Williams Field.

We soon realized which Circle K we needed to be at. For reals this time.

As we drive to the correct Circle K off of Williams Field we drive past a unnamed gas station that has a Red Box. And you would not believe this, but one parking lot over, at Sonic, there is another Red Box. You can totally stand at one Red Box and see another. Meanwhile I am thinking about how dumb it is that we have to drive to three different Red Box locations when there are probably six Red Box machines within walking distance of my apartment.

Here is the moral of the story. 

Actually, I don't have one. I just remembered this wasn't a life changing story.

Someday, you are going to forget all about Circle K. They'll no longer be the dominating feature overpopulating our streets. The only association Circle K will have with your brain is the fact that Red Box is most likely located there. And at your local grocery store. Most likely at Walgreens. Sonic too. Red Box has taken over, and there is probably going to be one assigned for every neighborhood by 2012.

We eventually got our movie.

The end.

Dear 2009.

I wrote the date earlier today and at the moment the New Year finally sunk in. I guess it took a day and a half to hit me cause as December 31st became January 1st, I was at home on the couch with my husband laughing at the New York City broadcast. Two minutes into the New Year... we went to bed.

There was no big celebration for us this year. To be honest, it's just another transition. We spent the end of 2009 together and started 2010 together. I guess that is all that really matters. But after I wrote 1/2/2010 today, I wondered where the year had gone. I was having a hard time remembering anything at all that had transpired the last twelve months. And like I always do in such a confusing moment, I panicked and felt like I wasn't living enough of my life.

So 2009.

I would hate for 2009 to be the year I zoned out on, so I will take some time to reminisce. Here are a few of the accomplishments, events, and moments of 2009.

We moved into our second apartment.

Brett turned 23.

We got a super cute nephew.

Brett got a new job.

I turned 21.

We bought a new car.

We lost a faithful car.

I graduated from hair school hell.

We got a 105 year old piano for free.

We took our car on a road trip.

Brett got employee of the month.

I refinished a kitchen table and bed bench.

We dressed as nerds for Halloween.

I got a new job.

As you can see it was so incredibly eventful that nothing will ever top it. Happy New Year.

Love.

The Days.

Dear Saturday

Dear Saturday.

We have got some issues that need to be solved.

First, don't be so cold in the morning, this is probably more of a weather issue than a Saturday issue, it makes it nearly impossible to get out of bed when my apartment is somewhere in the 40s. Second, please try to hold all my calls, text messages, and alarms till I am actually out of bed. If you don't, I'll lay in bed for an hour trying to ignore these forms of communication while simultaneously trying to sleep. However, sleep won't come, refer to issue one. Third, I totally expect you to have breakfast ready for me when I do finally get out of bed. Let's face it Saturday, your day is usually pretty busy and I need a good meal to get me though it. Finally, please and have my chores done the day before, it makes my day much more bearable.

Thanks for your time Saturday. I would love it we could come to some sort of solution to these problems, I'll compromise.

Thanks.

Chesca.

Unexpected Situations, New Obsessions, and Good Deals

I guess I am a liar. I promised a post weeks ago. Better late then never. Ooops.

Yesterday, when I was thinking about the promise I made to post, I realized that I'm bad at posting because life right now is just kinda slow. I don't have a ton to report on. I have three minor categories of life to expound on. That's pretty much all you are going to get.

Unexpected situations. This category is pretty much an all encompassing title for the events in my life.

No one expects to get sick: unless you are sharing a lollipop with a sick person. Brett and I got sick. Not due to a lollipop. Brett decided to go help out in 5th grade where his sister teaches. Apparently all but nine of the kids were out at once due to illness. Brett has his own personal version of the swine flu, again, which included massive headaches, a vicious cough, a sniffly nose, and a few body aches. Several days later I got sick. Just a basic cold followed by five days of having no voice.

Meanwhile, I have been working at the salon. It's slow, I'm enjoying it though. After working in this particular salon/studio for about three weeks, the lady I rented from called and asked if I wanted to take over her lease. Now, I knew that she eventually wanted someone to take it over, but I was thinking at least six months from now. Unexpected. Anyways, Brett and I are looking into taking her up on her offer. I'll keep you updated on that. Next.

This category is probably my favorite. New Obsessions.

About three years ago my supervisor from Best Buy tried to get me onto the whole TV shows bandwagon. I had already committed my Monday TV time to How I Met Your Mother and Heroes and he wanted me to try getting into The Office. So I tried. I started with season one, watched two episodes, and had about had it with the rudeness of Michael Scott, I handed seasons one and two back to him and said yeah right. Well these days I still find time where I am bored out of my mind, so I put my Netflix account to good use. I had a The Office marathon. I started with season one at 1AM Sunday morning and got caught up with about five episodes of season six Wednesday afternoon. I didn't get much done around the house for a few days. Needless to say Brett is also hooked on the shows, but is taking his time getting through the five seasons we have missed. We often find ourselves talking about Jim and Pam and sometimes find instances to quote Michael with a "that's what she said" joke.

Obsession number two is all mine. I love decorating my apartment and can't wait to have a home to decorate. So as part of decorating my home I love fixing furniture, art, and making pillows for my home. My mom had acquired a bench that had a broken leg, everything else was in good shape, but the color didn't go with what I had going on. So my mom and I reupholstered it. It came out so good! So if anyone had furniture you are thinking about getting rid of, don't.

And finally good deals. These always make me smile.

My aunt had called one Friday morning, waking me up to a Nyquil hangover and no voice, to tell about some great furniture that was at the Mesa Auction. I drug my butt out of bed and my mom and I met her down at the auction house to see what they had. So much freakin cute furniture. So we planned out what furniture we wanted to try to get and how much we were willing to pay. Seriously, I feel like I stole the furniture, I got such a good deal.

I picked up some nice filing cabinets that go for $100 a piece at Ikea. I got three for $25 each. I also fell in love with a funky lamp for $35. So here is how the story goes. I had to work the night of the auction. I had sent my mom and my deal expert aunt to go get these filling cabinets and lamp for me. After I had finished doing hair for the night, Brett and I hurried our butts down to the auction to pick up our filling cabinets and to check out the rest of the auction. Brett was shocked at how nice some of the furniture was and how cheap it was going for. My mom was eyeing this curio cabinet/china hutch. She had decided though that she wasn't going to bid on it. After this beautiful cabinet has sold for $265 the auctioneer had said that there were two more available new in box to anyone else who wanted them. My aunt and I were very bad influences and panicked my mom with the amazing deal and she bought it. We later found out that this curio cabinet sold for $2200 at retail. We saw a Pioneer Elite TV go for $900. The bidding started at $500 and no one was taking it. I wanted to bid on it so bad. These deals we just so crazy.

I also got a peak at my Christmas present. Well, it wasn't a peak. I had also been eyeing this pub table. So freakin' cute. But, I didn't want to spend any more money and decided that if it went over $150 I wasn't going to bid on it. It started too high for me. So there goes my aunt bidding on it. It was sad. Then she won the bid. Being the brat that I am, I pretty much asked for her to leave it to me in her will. My mom then looks at my aunt and says, "Should I tell her?" which totally made me curious. My aunt was upset and stuck her tongue out at me. And then my mom tells me that she just bought my Christmas present. I was so excited! I apologized to my aunt, she really wanted to table too. Unfortunately, Christmas is still weeks away, so my table isn't in my home right now. It was fun though. A bit of an adrenaline rush.

That is all I have to report. We have family in town for Thanksgiving, so maybe I'll post some pictures of my niece and nephews.

Guess What?

I'm still up. It's 3:30 AM.

Guess what? I realize that I promised a post. It's totally written, I just haven't gotten around to taking pictures to go with it.

My brain won't shut down. I've been ready for bed since before my TV shows even started, but once I finally got into bed, sleep didn't come. I hate it. I want to sleep but all I can think about is the weird dream I had last night and if I'm going to get a continuation of it tonight. Then I start to think about how badly I want to get my Christmas shopping done, what to get everyone, and if I'm going to even bother with Black Friday sales. Does this ever happen to anyone else?

Well somehow I ended up here. Realizing that I need to add take pictures for blog to my to do list. By the way, my to do list sucks right now. I have five or six calls to make, a bunch of salon stuff to do, a desk to clean off, finances to organize, people to visit, three stores to pick stuff up from. Once I get to this point, thinking of everything I could be doing instead of sleeping/blogging, I get overwhelmed enough to actually shut down and go to sleep. Stupid brain. Add on Christmas shop.

This is a regular thing for me. Maybe I should self diagnose myself with insomnia, along with the other three or four Dr. Chesca conclusions.

Add on make an appointment with licensed doctor.

New Post Coming Soon

I promise, within the next three days, maybe four.

To prove to you that it is coming soon, I have even already thought of the title for the post.

"Unexpected Situations, New Obsessions, and Good Deals"

I promise.

Amare and Roxy

We didn't get another dog. Because I get that crossed your ming. No we didn't trade our dog in for a few one. We love Amare, besides he is far more cute than Roxy (and if your name is Alec pretend you didn't just read that).

Roxy is Alec’s dog. Her family decided to take off to California for one of those Disneyland adventures, so not fair. They get to go and we get to stay home with Roxy. No fair. Well, Alec did bring us back treats it brought back memories, thanks Alec.

Anyways poor Amare. He was happy to have a friend to play with, but Roxy didn’t ever want to play. Amare have his little butt in the air waiting to pounce on Roxy thinking that her barking was playful. He was shut down. And poor Roxy was sad she couldn’t get on the bed to cuddle like Amare.

$5.99

I'd just like to inform you that you only have two more days left to go buy pie for $5.99. Personally, I'd recommend buying the Chocolate Satin Pie. Are you considering making the purchase yet? Seriously this is a big deal. Marie Callender's does this every February, maybe October, and you get the whole thing to take home.

Kay, here’s the truth. I’m just trying to talk you into buying one so I don’t feel so guilty. Brett and I bought three or four of the six dollar pies. I’m not sure why I feel so guilty though, neither of us have gained a pound. Maybe it’s just cause I lost track of how many we actually bought. I’m sure Brett knows. Just go buy one. Tell me how it tasted when you do.

If you haven’t heard, Brett and I are moving to Chicago this summer. Well, actually we are going to Rockford, it’s just outside of Chicago, and this isn’t a permanent move. Let’s call it an extended vacation/door to door sales. Yes, this is work related. Brett will be selling home alarms all summer. 


That is it. I just wanted to promote pie for Marie Callender's and tell whoever cares. I hope to see you in line February 29th buying a pie. 

Membership

For some odd reason the apartment I live in store quite a bit of food. I can't find a closet to store bath towels, Christmas trees, or oversized Russian jackets! Well to tell you the truth, our apartment has two closets: one in the bedroom, for obvious reasons, and one in the kitchen. Food and clothes. So where does all the extra stuff go? In the bedroom closet. Brett made a joke awhile back that our life could be a series of TV episodes. let me tell you, one of those episodes would have been stuffing the futon mattress, Christmas tree, and large Russian jacket in the bedroom closet. But... Brett and I have plenty of space for food.

About a week ago we went to Costco. Everyone knows how the rules work there. You walk in flash your card, grab a cart, and start filling it with bulk items. To a child this seems extremely boring, but lucky for me my parents made Costco a special treat. Who ever thought up the idea of feeding you while you shop is my stomach’s official hero. So last week when we went to Costco we walked in and had no card to flash. I grew up that day: I became a Costco Gold Member with my very own card. I was suddenly entitled to buy chicken and cheese in bulk. We shopped the way our parents had taught us. We walked up and down almost every aisle, and any time we came by a food stand we did just as our parents would have said, “Behave and go get some free food.” Then we walked to the registers and wished we were still kids, not having to pay for the hundred plus bill. I mean come on, a family of two and hundred dollars at Costco. Apparently we really like food.

So there you have it. The short version of how I grew up and short version of where all our money goes.


The moral of the story is this: I got sucked into the Costco cult just like i have gotten sucked into blogging. Needless to say, I kind of like sharing my random stories. More to come...