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Day in the Life: February 20, 2009

Sorry I'm late! The morning was crazy with breakfast, showers, and meeting up with the our homeschool group for a field trip to the symphony. So! To contribute, the rules are as follows:

- Join the Day in the Life Flickr group.
- Photos MUST be taken all on the SAME DAY, this Friday. A shot of your morning routine, another shot of a lazy lunch; the purpose is to provide a glimpse into YOUR life from YOUR perspective. Upload as you go.
- G-rated, peeps.


Good morning!

Morning with the St. Louis Symphony Orchestra

More to come ...
Don't you love my homemade signs? Thankfully my mother does not have the internet so she can't admonish me later.

Have you ever had one of those women in your life that was a <airquotes>friend</airquotes> but didn't act like it? One of those women who acted more like an enemy, a woman who crossed your boundaries, tore you down, made you uncomfortable? I think we've all had one and that's what we're discussing in this latest Momversation. I'm lucky in that I have a group of girlfriends that I adore (I also have several girlfriends that I met online who later became some of my real life confidantes). I can tell anything to these women, I know I have their support and they mine, and I have the best time in their company. It's a rare thing to find another woman who is on your wavelength. You tend to know pretty quick if they're someone with whom you can hang or not. The bad friendships I've had have made me treasure my genuine friendships that much more.

So when you have one of those "toxic friends," what do you do? How do you manage it - do you manage it? Do you put up with it or break it off and if you do the latter, how?


Remember the Day in the Life Flickr series I created? I'm getting ready to do another one and I'd like for you to join me. The next Day in the Life will be this Friday. The rules are as follows:

- Join the Day in the Life Flickr group.
- Photos MUST be taken all on the SAME DAY, this Friday. A shot of your morning routine, another shot of a lazy lunch; the purpose is to provide a glimpse into YOUR life from YOUR perspective. Upload as you go.
- G-rated, peeps.

I'm looking forward to seeing what you come up with!

Our version of a theme park

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Bulk stores fascinate me endlessly. Sundays after church we sometimes stop by Sam's to pick up a few things we need in bulk. I've made this argument before: why buy a box of 24 tampons when you can buy a box with a large enough quantity to outfit a small Midwestern town?

We eat lots of raisins, yogurt, and fruit, and can easily go through a massive batch of it in a week, so we get those things at Sam's. I also love how I have the option of purchasing a faux-fireplace, deer blinds, and economy size bottles of Frank's Red Hot Sauce. Going to Sam's is our version of going to the amusement park. It's free and they give you free food in the form of samples offered by the Sample Ladies scattered all throughout the store.

One afternoon while I was at a baby shower, Chris took the boys to Sam's to get gas and buy toilet paper. They spent the next hour wandering around the store, trying different samples of food, and basically made a lunch out of it. They took video of themselves on Chris's Centro and sent it to me. They do this so often that they are now recognized by the Sample Ladies, as I learned during Sunday's trip.

"Oh, hi, W," Liam said to an elderly woman in an apron and hairnet who was offering samples of some sort of Hot Pocket.

"Hello Liam," she replied. "Care to try?"

"Is it the same thing you had last time?"

"No, that was the pot pie. This is different."

"Oh, okay. Yes please."

Sometimes Sam's even has entertainment, as with the nice older gentleman with a belly laugh who did a quasi-Pirelli and gave a presentation on steel knives next to the spice aisle. Cris and Liam stood identically with their arms crossed and watched with the small crowd.

This past Sunday also marks the first time any of us has ever purchased an item of clothing at the retailer. They always have clothes splayed out on tables in the middle of the warehouse; it reminds me of the bazaars in the Bahamas. Chris, who believes it's fashionable to buck the dictates of fashion, owns only two pairs of jeans (and three pairs of pants total, including his dress slacks). One pair has given out and he needed to replace them. He was drawn by the rainbow of washes and brand names on the table, and spent a good 20 minutes searching for his size.

"You know," he said to me over a pair of faded Calvin Kleins, "I think it's really cool that I can get my jeans where I get my food but at the same time it also freaks me out to buy jeans where I get my food."

"I understand that. It would be hard to be the master of everything."

We paid for our purchases and I again got all flustered because I always feel like I'm being judged when I lay my life-in-products out on the conveyor belt. From this week's haul it looks like all we do is eat yogurt, fruit, menstruate, and like $20 Calvins. The guy behind us had two boxes: one diapers, the other was a knife set from the Pirelli man. Make your own assumptions.

As we loaded up our vehicle with our mass quantities I looked around and saw other families doing the same, loading up purchases fit for a bunker. We drove home feeling very American.

(This isn't a sponsored post, just so you know. I'm emphatically opposed to those. I simply dig the store.)

I've gotten a lot of email about the Motrin situation and the title of my website; we're aware of it, no, it wasn't sanctioned and I'm not affiliated with them, and yes, as someone who wore both of her children, I found it pretty inconsiderate - even more so concerning what they chose to call their campaign.

A Day in the Life

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I'm in more of a mood to pervert photos in Photoshop than to write today. Yesterday was one of those days, one of those days I hadn't met in awhile, one of those days where the boys where at each other's throats, the house was a mess, I felt under-appreciated, mad, cranky, and otherwise hateful. Some people were grating my very soul from my skin and I wanted nothing more than to climb into the middle of my bed, pull the covers over my head, and close my eyes.

Usually when I have days like that I take to this website and compile a giant list of things to fling in my fantasy trebuchet. I'm still going to do that (I have a list saved for a special time) but for right now I want to be positive. Humor or observances of the daily beauty in life are wonderful remedies. As of such, whenever I feel the lake of fire lapping against my innards, I'm going to force myself to get a new perspective. Literally. With a camera. Today will be the first installment of a new photo series, A Day in the Life, which will do just that.

I started taking photos when I woke up; not as a distraction, but during our little routines, when I saw a moment and wished I could stretch its existence a little further, I'd snap a photo. I'll be updating periodically throughout the day.

Here's the set. Click to enlarge and for captions. Feel free to join in, join the newly created A Day in the Life Flickr group and post your own moments.

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