lucky me

i have an interesting relationship with my hubs. he will clean the crap out of the house if i leave. if i stay, then couch city. i left for a play date today at 3pm and came back at 7 - dishes done, floors mopped and get this - it is the kicker - both bathrooms were cleaned too. there is no in between - he doesn't "tidy". he only goes for it when and only we are all gone or nothing.

another interesting thing happened today - B took the day off to finally see and buy this 88 Jag he's been interested in. 2 weeks of back and forth with the seller. 2 hours after he was supposed to show up with the car he decided that god told him that he should not drive up to sf or sell us the car. we were speechless. so no car - yet. he is on a serious hunt now for a dependable 20 yr old car.

b hinted today at the fact that there has been a slight transformation in me and he likes it. the added stress of work is fading and he says i act more like the girl he married years ago. before kids! he may move us to the suburbs to make this stint last longer. what surprises me the most is that i don't feel like i am acting nicer or nagging less. i do pack his lunch now. whatever it is i am very much still enjoying myself and am grateful that i have the opportunity to do this. lucky me!

craigslist back and forth

this last couple of weeks have been a great with craigslist. i bought a $400 cruiser bike for $200, a new bottle warmer for $20 regularly for $40. i sold my crib for $110 that i got for $100 (on sale). i sold a 5 year old stroller for $50 and gave her all the baby toys and random boppy and blankets. i loved to give it to people who really appreciate the stuff. to top it off this old jag transaction is going to happen tmrw - also a craiglist buy. this is kind of fun to do. even better to not have the stuff in our garage anymore!

can't sleep

i have lots of time in my life where i just simply can't sleep. tonight is reminding me of that. the mental exhaustion helped before when i was employed. but that is not the case anymore. my constant appt. and errand running does not tire me out like a good 9 hours of work thinking and talking about jeans. am i complaining about not having to work the 80 hours that my old team had to do last week? i better stop now!

i guess this is what compromise means

hubs has been coveting an '88 jag for the last couple of weeks. today he finally made the date to see the car and make the purchase if everything checks out. i casually ask - soooo where is this money coming from? hubs - oh i meant to ask you to write me a check so i can go deposit it now to pay for it and you sure are pretty. mind you this changing the subject rarely works on me. then admits that his day trading in my account should be able to pay for it. we live life in the fast lane - only we drive beaters down it.

may the force be with you

m love is so into everything star wars right now and found his cousins automatic light saber. automatic meaning with a press of a button the light saber part will shoot out of the handle at a speed faster than light. ok - not quite that fast but pretty fast. especially when said light saber is pointed point blank at my eye. he just wanted to show me how it worked but pointed it at the worst place possible. OUCH!!!!! i was so f*ckin shocked i screamed at the top of my lungs "get out! go any where but here." b/c i wanted to whoop his ass so bad. b said it was shocking to him how well i handled it. right under my eye socket and above my cheekbone - i had a heartbeat. we got ice on it fast. b is being nice b/c i could call "domestic violence" on him so i did get breakfast in bed today and he did the dishes. nice.

millionaire's shortbread

this is as good as it looks. look for it on foodtv.com, 5 ingredients only! i am sold as it only gets better as the days go on and is like eating a yummy version of a twix bar,

today's literal juggling

to begin with today's fun i dropped m off at pre-school and then went to chunk's gymnastics class. i do what i am told - take your shoes off. i am scared of being barefoot anywhere but my own home so i wear socks. i walk down the path, imagine chunk in one arm, enormous python hand bag in slung over other arm and my cute yellow heels hooked to my finger. then there is a tiny one step ramp that i step on and slip completely out of my socks and am laying on the ground on my side. the miraculous thing about this is that i was holding chunk and he did not get hurt or get near the ground. my mother's instinct made me hold him up and kept him safe - my knees and shins are killing me and i am sure i will be nicely bruised by tomorrow.

update - i am still sooo sore from this tumble. that will teach me to try not look cute now that i don't have to. where are my yoga pants, fit flops and american apparel tee? i would rather much rather slip looking like a schmuck than all cute and sh*t.