bargain shopping

there must be some deal-seeking gene that i wasn't born with. i just don't get it. there are so many times when i compliment someone and they say, "thanks i got it at tj maxx for two bucks!" how the heck did they find tht billion dollar coat for 2 dollars when the only place i saw it at was retailing it for 350? i know what you're thinking, i should just go to tj maxx, right? wrong, unfortunately, i don't get that place either. i walk in and am immediately overwhelmed by the sheer size of it all...i give up after about two racks because i can't handle the pressure. sad tale i know. if i find something i like, its pretty much inevitable that first, its the most expensive thing in the store and b-its going to be completely out of stock by the time it would go on sale...so, then begins the battle in my mind. can i afford it? do i REALLY need it? okay, i usually don't need it, but i've gotten pretty good at convincing myself sometimes...and finally, i really should just get it now because it will be gone later. dangit!!
one of the solutions that i have come up with for my lack of amazing deal finding talent (should that have been hyphenated?) is to just put the blinders on until i get to the back of the store where the "clearance" resides. the deals kind of have a way of finding me that way instead of vice-versa. of course, that awesome shirt or pair of shoes for luke just happen to be right by the clearance rack and i'm back to square one.

baby gap...friend or foe

so, its been awhile...apparently i felt the need to state the obvious. as if you didn't know that i haven't been very good about writing everyday. anyway, onto today's subject--my new addiction...baby gap/children's place. i have become pretty obsessed with dressing my son like a trendy midget. i seriously might have something that borders on unhealthy. i can't stop looking online and checking out the baby section everytime i go somewhere. i guess i used to be obsessed with dressing myself so it seems only natural that the issue would transplant itself into making sure that my son't socks match the layering shirt underneath his sweater. yikes...is this a serious problem? if it is, its a cute one. i mean look at this kid...cutest thing ever, right? well, besides all of your little guys, of course. speaking of the little fashionista, he's sleeping at the moment so i'd better take full advantage and do absolutely nothing...i mean, the laudry and the organizing of course :)

vacation

hey everyone. just wanted to let you all know that i'm stuck in the 20th century at my parent's house where there is no high-speed internet...therefore, i haven't had much chance to post anything on here. i will try and take the opportunity while i'm at one of my brother's houses. luke's great. we're great. all is well :)

first steps

well, the day has arrived. my son is human after all. he really doesn't have to crawl around on all fours forever. yesterday, andy and i sat across from each other and decided it was time to prove that luke really has evolved from the four-legged creatures of the past. he took his first steps (with a little help from mom and dad...but who's counting? way to go luke

happy sunday

i love sundays. i'll admit, its not like i work so hard the rest of the week that i need a day off...its just nice to actually have a reason to not do anything but go for walks, hang out with my family and eat really good food of course.

loose cannon

today i felt like a loose cannon. do you ever have those moments when you really feel like the estrogen that is coarsing through your veins takes on a mind of its own? yeah, i had one of those...and as if the hormonal surge wasn't enough to send me into an emotional rant, add on hunger and fatigue as well as a fat day and you've got a recipe for something very scary. i was going to write volitle or some other intelligent word, but i wan't sure how to spell it and then i just decided to go with the next word that came to mind. anyway, we've been house-hunting lately and i found the home of my dreams...okay, well not really my dreams, i mean i do live in spokane after all people, but it really was wonderful. huge master bedroom with a walk-in closet (i've never been blessed with one), laundry on the main floor, room enough in the kitchen to actually put things away, etc...wow, anyway andy found several things wrong with it, of course and i, in turn, laid into him like there was no tomorrow. after all was said and done, the house was sold before we even looked at it. just goes to show ya, the estrogen rants just aren't worth your time or effort. they do seem to really work at the time that they are happening though. funny how that is...

sometimes its hard to be me

okay so that sounds pretty dramatic, but i really do have quite the dilemma. sometimes i just want to write about my day...you know; i woke up, ate breakfast, changed luke's diaper several times, etc. but there is this tiny little voice inside my head that says "say something funny, be witty." so you see, i can't just keep a harmless little diary when this pesky little writer inside of me won't leave me alone. i guess i shouldn't complain too much since that little voice is going to make me millions when i become a bestselling author in the near future...one can always dream, right?

little mr. independent

not to be mistaken with kelly clarkston's "miss independent" is my son, luke and his new independent phase...sorry for the reduncancy. i just can't think of another word for independent right now at this heinous hour, which actually in the scheme of things isn't quite so heinous because its daylight savings--anyway, the last few days i've been doing the little things that need to be done around the apartment in order to make it bearable for me to continue residing here, only to realize that little lukey isn't hovering around my ankles looking anxiously up at me as if to say, "play with me, pick me up, do something..." instead, he has actually been making his way on his hands and knees to his room and has proceeded to play with his mountain of stuffed animals and little tonka truck by himself. is this kid growing up before my eyes or what? i mean, what's next? his driver's license? one thing's for sure--he will definitly never cease to amaze me...you guessed it, my son's a genius :)

technical difficulties...

so apparenlty i wrote somewhere that i would be posting pictures of the lukeinator swimming in his first birthday cake. yeah, i pretty much suck. sorry guys. remember how i said that the big day kinda snuck up on me...well, one of the casualties of this was that i didn't have the camera with me. i know, i know i'm a horrible mother. who doesn't have their camera when their only child turns 1??!! its disgusting i know. anyway, all was not lost (or so we thought) because we had andy's cell phone which has a 2 megapixel camera and we had just received one of those fancy cards that you can save stuff to and then download onto the computer. i thought i was saved from mommy outer darkness-until i tried to actually put the pics on the little card...you guessed it, tara's luck reared its ugly head yet again...didn't work. so, now we have a bunch of blue cake covered luke on andy's phone and apparently no way to share it with the rest of you anticipating people. don't fear--i haven't totally given up, but i'm not really sure what else to do...so maybe that classifies as me actually giving up...oops. sorry folks. maybe we'll re-enact the fateful day and you can all pretend with me that i was a better mother on october 8th. no? well, you can't say i didn't try, right?