Thanks Dear Mr. Darcy

Dear Ms. Austen, 

I apologize.  "Mr. Darcy" quickly corrected my spelling.  It went something like this:

"Hey Mr. D, have you read my blog today?" (Because I'm always looking for his approval.)

"No."

"Here, read it."

"It's E-N, not I-N."

"I'm going for content."  "How come when I make a comment about the fact that you put a fancy rose-colored satin trimmed onesie on our daughter with a very casual salmon romper you get all offended.  And yet I'm not supposed to be upset when the first thing you say about me putting myself out there for the world to see is that I misspelled something.  One of us is going to have to not be offended.  I'm gonna say you."

Then Darcy laughed and hugged me.  Me with an "e" not "i."  

Day 2-Part B

I don't understand why I can't just move forward.  Why I stand (or sit) frozen in fear unable to simply indicate what I want  and stand by that decision?  It absolutely horrifies me.  And I feel like I won't be able to enjoy the holidays until I can come to grips with my demons.

What is it that I'm grappling with?  Online Christmas shopping.

The prospect of billions of Christmas gift possibilities, coupled with the fact that I am quite possibly one of the cheapest women around (save your comments), has made internet shopping the equivalent of mental Novocaine to me.  I have gotten to the point that I can put items into my cart, however, the thought of actually purchasing the items is beyond my capabilities.  

"What if I could find it cheaper on one of those weird black-market like websites that everyone seems to know by heart but me?"

"Have I really thought about what I'm buying or is it just the thrill of having a package come to my house that I'm so gung-ho about?"

I seriously am physically uncomfortable after having "browsed" Old Navy, Gap and the Children's Place for crying out loud!  And that's another thing, I get upset with the fact that these stores are right down the freaking road from my house.   So I debate the value of time saved and not having to bundle up "the babies" and drag them out into the cold and the swine flu versus the cost of shipping (remember, I'm cheap.)

And shouldn't I know of cooler places to shop?  Everyone else finds stuff on ebay or some cutesy little kids site that is so much more original than mass-produced mall fashion.  Doesn't the world deserve to see that my kids have personality and style?!!!

Anyway, maybe I will overcome this fear and loathing.  Maybe I will be able to do the rest of my Christmas shopping from the warmth and comfort of my humble home.  Maybe the anxiety will subside before midnight so I can get a decent nights rest.  Happy shopping.

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Day 2

"Seldom, very seldom, does complete truth belong to any human disclosure; seldom can it happen that something is not a little disguised, or a little mistaken." Jane Austin

I love this quote. I am a person who loves the truth and struggles with wanting to be completely honest and yet getting to complete transparency with others is a frightening prospect. (had to stop, take Little Prince to potty, get stars and "tweats," start "Go, Potty, Go" and grab a second cup of coffee. Back to writing. What was I saying, oh yeah.") This tendency is most likely the reason that I have stopped and started writing so many times. After writing a few lines, I tend to look at it going, "Is that really the way it is or do I just want to seem like that is how it is?" Most people wouldn't think twice about it and maybe everyone is truly transparent. But now that I have posted Ms. Austin's "disclaimer" perhaps I can be a little more free with my blogs (although that could be scary!). I guess the question is "how much honesty do people really want?"

On the first day of Christmas blogging...

Ok, I'm gonna blog every day for 25 days and hope it gets me past this writer's constipation I have. Seriously, I can't pass a thought. I feel like there's something to say, but I sit in front of this screen and write and delete and frankly am getting tired of that.

So who knows what will happen...

A Queen Momma-rant

I cannot help it. I have the need for the occasional rant. You might not agree with it. I might change my opinion someday, but there are things that frankly just get on my nerves.

Car window statements that make no sense. Now I mean no disrespect with this because the events leading to this message being emblazoned across the back of someone's pimped out SUV were absolutely devastating for sure and my heart goes out to them and their loss. With that disclaimer, I'll explain. We were driving behind said SUV and read "So-and-so, birthdate and death date." (obviously the real info I am withholding). Below this were the words that make no sense to me.

"Ride together." "Die together." Obviously so-and-so was tragically killed in some sort of motor accident. Tragic, absolutely. What I do not understand is that obviously the credo was not lived up to because someone that was "riding together" with so-and-so was still alive to be driving the car. It's their car, they can put what they wish. I'm just saying it doesn't make sense.

The Alabama A Swiffer. Mr. Wonderful took me on an impromptu date tonight to the UA basketball exhibition game and we had a blast. It was fun. The team plays with energy and focus, and Coleman Coliseum was lit up like a Christmas tree. But I've gotta tell you, they've got giant swiffers to sweep up the court with the Alabama logo on them. Is that really necessary? On a swiffer? There are logos and catchy Bama names for everything. Enough already. I informed my husband that it may be necessary for him to create a "Tribe" logo so that I can post it on EVERYTHING in our house. Including the officially registered "Tribe" swiffer.

Speaking of logos on everything, we were informed by a source that would know, that there are logos on the toilet drains in the locker rooms in one of the facilities. Seriously? My rant here ties into both of my previous rants. 1. Is that really what they meant to say? It's not a positive message people. And 2. MUST WE PUT IT ON EVERYTHING?!!!!! Surely there is a line we have crossed when we feel the need to put a logo in our toilets.

Anyway, it is after 1 AM and I should stop. Good night.