I like to get the most bang for my buck. I unashamedly clip coupons. I have no problem "ad-picking" and going to multiple stores to get the best deal on all my weekly staples. I love freebies.

So I suppose I should be happy that my AAA membership has more than paid for itself. But I think I'd rather get "ripped off" paying that $55/year and NOT using it....

In the past nine months, I've had the opportunity to use my membership three times. Dead car battery. Locking the keys in Heather's car (Okay, that one was kind of funny). Flat tire on the side of Hwy 35.

That was the highlight of my day today. I'll admit it, I should probably know how to change a flat tire. However, considering I was on my way home from church and wearing a dress and sling-backs, there's a good chance I would have called AAA anyway. I'm one of "those" girls.

I suppose I have grown, matured, and been humbled by each of these experiences. Today, for instance, my first SOS call was made to AAA rather than home (I did have to stop myself mid-dial)... while AAA can be pokey, changing a tire remotely from Vancouver, WA would be far less effective.

Although it was an unpleasant and scary experience (cars zooming by at 75+ miles/hr!), I have much to be grateful for:

*This morning I randomly decided to replenish my Kleenex supply in my purse. Consequently, I was able to wipe away the dripping mascara and pretend I was calm, cool, and collected before the AAA man came
*I live in an era of cell phones.
*It was DAYLIGHT (it could have happened as I was driving home on county roads at 11pm last night)
*I have a AAA membership (thanks, Mom and Dad!)
*I decided to pee before I left church
*I was not eaten/mauled/attacked by a bear.
*It was 80-some degrees rather than 40 below.
*I lived to tell about it.

Now I just realized I was charged $70 at Cold Stone instead of $35 (gift card purchases, I promise - I'm not THAT much of an emotional eater).

Other than that, life is just great in Duluth! ;-)

Pretend Parenting, Part II ... The Night Shift.

The parents' bedroom is beautiful and has one of those huge, king sized beds with an abundance of pillows and a down comforter -- the type that you see in a movie and just want to crawl into. I could have almost convinced myself that I was staying in a posh hotel until 2:22am.

When the door to your "master suite" creaks open at 2:22am, you know it's not good news. I got myself to roll over, open my eyes, and look towards the door (literally commanding myself "Must... open... eyes...") and I got to handle my first bed wetting. Fortunately, the king size bed was roomy enough that he could crawl into bed with me and let me wait to change the bed in the morning. This was after I pulled him out of bed at 11pm, leading his zombie-like self to the bathroom, balancing him in front of the toilet, and instructing him to pee (he didn't bother to aim).

Today I'm feeling frustrated because, regardless of how many special activities we do, the kids still fight incessantly, have attitudes, and "are bored." I know that's a familiar line for all parents. They've been pestering to do the Easter egg hunt all day (although their eggs are quickly diminishing, as they lose eggs for misbehaving), so now that I've taken my 15 minute sanity break, I guess we'll go have an Easter egg hunt.

Pretend Parenting, Part I

Well, I am doing a long, overnight babysitting job (Wed-Sat), so I thought I might actually have some blog worthy happenings in my life. It seems as though to have a successful blog you must either be a parent or traveling abroad in some exotic country. (Although I did have a fabulous trip to Seattle, which included a chocolate factory tour -- complete with hair nets --, miles of walking, and great conversation. Yay for short get-aways!).

I am watching three kids, ages 21 months - 5 years. To put things in perspective, my brave "adventure" today was piling the three kids into the minivan and going to QFC. Those kids carts with the car in the front look fun but man are they hard to steer! I felt my obliques really working as I tried to avoid crashing into any food displays (I'll count that as my workout for the day, thanks). The kids did fairly well, although I did have to repeatedly threaten to take away their special treat, which their parents left for an evening snack, along with a sweet note. I would have felt too heartless withholding this, so I gave in to empty threats.

The 5 year old was on the right track when he cleaned out his soccer cleats by banging the soles together. He erred when he did it in the middle of the carpet, sending grass chunks EVERYWHERE (man, those things can hold a lot of grass!).

For dinner, I introduced the kids to Sloppy Joes, which they seemed to enjoy. The 3 1/2 year old is on a modified Atkins diet, which, from what I can tell, consists of hot dogs, pretzels, Otter pops, and fruit. He did surprise me by eating 1/2 of his sloppy joes (sans bun, of course) before deciding he didn't like them afterall.

I hope I can keep them busy for the next 2 1/2 days. I have an even greater appreciation for stay at home moms, especially during the summer months. I have a few things up my sleeve, such as an egg hunt (which I'm hoping we can recreate dozens of times), playing with balloons (which seem to be the timeless, tireless toy), making cookies, and meeting my mom and sister for lunch for moral support. And trips to the park, of course.

So here's to all those brilliant moms who tackle this stuff day in and day out without the incentive of being able to sit on the couch for 48 hours eating ice cream after their "shift" ends.

Why didn't anyone tell me I was an "OccuAptional Therapy" major in my profile?! Sheesh -- better do more proof-reading.

This and that, but mostly that

I suppose if I'm updating, I have to at least mention camp. It's going really, really well. My ten kiddos are fairly high functioning and have endless energy, but they're a lot of fun. They keep us volunteers laughing, that's for sure! I have an amazing group of volunteers and I am looking forward to next week! I am MUCH more at ease this weekend than last. I'll share more stories later. I will share one quote of the day, though:

On a hike behind St. Scholastica, which took us through the cemetery and by a statue of Jesus (we are a Catholic school!):

Camper, who had run ahead, SCREAMED for all to hear: "I SEE JESUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

What I was more interested in telling you all about is my new summer obsession: frozen bananas.

Last week I ended up with an abundance of perfectly-ripe bananas, so I skewered and froze four of them. Inspired by a Food Network excerpt on a cafe that sells all kinds of chocolate covered bananas, I rolled/spooned/spread melted dark chocolate on two of them and left two of them plain (Unfortunately, I didn't have a foot-deep bucket of melted chocolate to dip my bananas in).

They are delicious! I am proud to say that the Choc Bananas have been a satisfying replacement for ice cream the last couple of nights (the frozen banana tastes remarkably like ice cream, actually!). And this morning I enjoyed a plain frozen banana as a snack, which was perfect since I was short on fruit. I think I'm going to start doing this more - it's a great way to have fruit on hand and quite tastey! I want to try mashing a banana and freezing it and see if you could eat with a spoon.

One tip from the show is cutting off the stem of the banana and then skewering it before you peel it/freeze it, which prevents the banana from splitting.

Yum, yum!

Two Domestic Tales

1) The other day I got:

*An all natural, Kashi frozen entree (Lemongrass Coconut Chicken -- yum!)
*TWO pints of fresh blueberries
*TWO individual serving cups of ice cream - (with ice cream, portion control is a must for me)

...all for $5! Clip, clip, clip those coupons, I tell ya!

2) I love my new apartment, but the downside is that I have to pay for laundry again. I'd been saving up dirty clothes for two weeks, just to make sure I got my money's worth. The washing machine is $0.75, so I went down with $2.25 and two (large) loads. I go to put my first load in the dryer when I realize that -- duh! The dryer is $0.75, too. So I only have enough quarters to dry one load.

I consider that this might be a good time to introduce myself to my neighbors, which I've been meaning to do. So I muster up some courage and knock on two doors (rehearsing how I'm going to ask a complete stranger for a quarter), but no one answers.

I check the bottoms of all my purses and bags, but of course, today, no loose coins are to be found. Finally, I pick up a 10-pence coin from London that looks remarkably like a quarter in size and shape. Feeling only slightly fraudulent, I head down to the laundry room. Alas, those little coin-operated machines are smarter than we think and rejects my 10-pence (guess I'll keep it for my scrapbook, afterall!).

Finally, I decied that I will just leave my wet clothes in the dryer and wait to add my second (large) load of laundry and dry them together. That's the college student, spirit!

I go and get my clothes out of the dryer awhile later and find that all of my clothes are about 80% dry... which means 20% damp.

Sigh.

So I "floor-dried" (no clothes lines here!) my clothing. Classy!

P.S. London was AMAZING!

P.P.S. Camp starts on Monday. I'm prepared (material wise), but terrified. Wish me luck!

Relatively Random Ramblings

1) Yesterday, as I arrived at school, I was digging through my purse to get my cell phone. I had a flood of panic when I couldn't find it, realizing that I must have forgotten to put it in my purse after using it for my alarm clock the night before (cell phone use #1). My heart raced, my stomach churned, and my palms got sweaty (okay, that last part was an exaggeration). I considered going back home to get my phone, BUT, lest you think I am COMPLETELY cell phone dependent, I decided against this.

I quickly scanned through my "to do list" for the day, thinking of phone calls I needed to make (use #2- taking care of business. Legit!). What if Katie couldn't find me in the sea of people at the Reif Run and tried to call (Use #3- Preventing you from having to wander through a crowd aimlessly, looking for someone you're supposed to meet. Pretty legit)? What if my car broke down (use #4- S.O.S- very legit!)-- on the way home from school and --- oh, wait. I only live one mile from campus-- I'd probably be okay. I wouldn't be able to compulsively check my phone for missed calls, voice messages, or texts while I was in class (use #5 - lame!). And ... I might actually have to rely on a wall clock to tell time (Use #6- purposeful, but unneccesary).

After a little more digging, I found my phone, but only after I'd aroused enough panic to be ashamed of myself. I am truly a child of the 21st century.



2) Last night I put face wash in my hair while I was in the shower. I need a vacation.



3) One of the more satisfying parts of my day was following the facial nerve branches all the way to their origin in the styloid-mastoid foramen in the cadaver lab. I need a vacation (and some new hobbies).



4) I have been having ridiculous cravings for sweets and junk food (and, ashamedly, giving in far too often). Today the culprits were homemade sticky buns (I just ate a small piece, thank-you-very-much) and a Mint Oreo Blizzard (I ordered a small, even though my coupon was for a free medium, thank-you-very-much). I need a vacation. Or bigger pants.