Things that come to mind when you are wearing Taco Bell

Have you ever wondered what you might say or think if you ever found yourself wearing Nachos Bell Grande from Taco Bell?

Maybe you've never considered wearing Taco Bell. Maybe you've actually worn Taco Bell, but are too proud to admit it. Whatever, stay with me for a bit while I go through what came to my mind this afternoon when I dumped Nachos Bell Grande down the front of my shirt.

1. The F word. And I'm not talking fiesta.
2. I guess Taco Bell really is too messy to eat in the car. (For the record, I was sitting in a parking lot, not driving and munching.)
3. Damn! I don't have my cell phone with me to take a picture of this.
4. Whew...I saved enough to still eat this. (Oh yes, I did. My shirt was clean -- well before the Taco Bell got on it -- and I was hungry.)
5. Thank God I hadn't put the taco sauce on this yet.
6. Wow. This looks like vomit.
7. I should have gone to Subway.
8. This is the second time this week I've had cheese on my boob.
9. Good thing Mike hasn't finished cleaning the inside of my car yet.
10. I sure hope I don't have to get out of the car before I get back home.
11. Maybe this is God's way of saying I shouldn't be eating this junk?
12. (Daydreaming of being on the red carpet)..."Amy, Amy, who are you wearing?" "It's Taco Bell. Isn't it FABulous?!
13. I am soooo going to blog about this.

From the top down

The problem with wearing a bra that actually does its job
is that when I look down, I can't see my shoes.

*Note: This photo is not my bra (which is what my husband thought).
It is my chest well-covered by my blouse!

Off the top of my head

I can't seem to gather one good thought lately. Too many competing thoughts fighting for space in my head and not one of them dominant enough to make it into an interesting post. So, lest you think that I've given up on blogging because I haven't posted in 4 or 5 days, I thought I'd share these random thoughts off the top of my head:

• Sarah's Key: I actually picked up a book this weekend. And once I picked it up, I couldn't put it down. It tells the sad, but powerful story of the round-up of Jewish families from Paris in July 1942 from the perspective of a little girl who lived it and of a modern-day journalist who was assigned to cover the anniversary of the event.
  
  
• The 7th grade science fair just might be the death of me. Annie has until Friday to turn in her topic. Most of the ones I've thought were very interesting, she declared "boring!" She wants to do something related to volleyball or swimming. If you have any great ideas, let me know.
  
  
• I got one of THOSE e-mails last night from the Assistant Principal. Robbie did not get to go on his field trip yesterday because he was upset (crying, wailing, generally inconsolable) that I was not going with him. So I spent 45 minutes after school with the teacher trying to figure out how to help him. (Actually, there is probably a whole post about that, but it seems too raw to flesh it out here right now.)
  
  
• Caught up on the two newest episodes of Desperate Housewives online last night. I should have been doing laundry and dishes. Guess I was hoping to forget my own role as a desperate housewife!
  
  
• I stumbled upon the coolest Christmas gift for my husband yesterday. Actually brought tears to my eyes. Anyone started their Christmas shopping yet? I've picked up a few things here and there, but nothing serious.
  
  
• My sister's baby was due on Sunday. I'm resisting the urge to call her and ask how she's feeling, if anything's happening yet. But if she happens upon this blog and should care to respond here with a comment, that's totally up to her...

So how 'bout you? What's on your mind today?

Randomness

Just a collection of quick and likely unrelated items that are floating in my brain tonight.

You haven't got mail...
I would never make it as a U.S. postal worker. In fact, I stink at the mail. I owe mail to Cheryl (aka Ruby's Mom) who is still waiting on her prize pack from the BL contest; Shannon who I promised BL socks to; and Sharon and Momza who each won some lithium batteries from the Energizer Bunny post. (Actually, Sharon and Momza, I need your address. You can send it to 4thfrog70 at gmail dot com.)

I really have all the stuff ready to go and be mailed. It's the actual taking it to the post office and getting it sent part I'm stuck on. But it's on my list to do by the end of the month! I told you I'm a terrible procrastinator.

You guys don't miss a thing...
I really wrestled with whether or not to mention anything here about the situation with Mike. I work hard at keeping this blog authentic and true to my life. But I also have certain parts of my life that I keep to myself. So rather than write some big dramatic post, I just quietly passed along the information that Mike is not living at home right now where it fit and where it seemed pertinent. But nothing's getting past you all! Let me just say that Mike is not in prison, is not dying in a hospital from some exotic disease, is not circumnavigating the globe and is not shacking up with anyone. We're taking some space so we can each work on some things and we both are committed to each other, our marriage and our family. Your prayers are appreciated.

Why do I do this to myself?
I think I am a glutton for punishment. I sat and watched Jon & Kate + 8 tonight, even though I know that show grates on my nerves. I get all twisted up about how mean Kate is to Jon, even though it's none of my business. Why in the world did I sit there and watch it? And what's worse, I watched it while eating Moose Tracks ice cream (the light version, if it can be called that), knowing all the while that my dumb tooth would start hurting,which it did. I watched even though I knew I should be packing lunches, which I didn't and which will mean a little extra chaos in the morning.

Say cheese!
My first mammogram is in the morning. I have a pretty bra laid out to wear. And yes, I know that they won't be needing that. I have ibuprofen ready to take before the big squish. The hypochondriac in me already has them finding something terrible. But mostly, I'm just hoping I get some good blog fodder out of the whole experience!

Age discrimination?
I've decided to pay a visit to a counselor, you know the head-shrinking type. I called a local center here, gave them my info and got a return call from a therapist. I haven't scheduled an appointment yet because on the voice mail, this "woman" sounds about 12 years old. Is it rude of me to ask how old she is or whether she has dealt with life issues beyond some boy she likes taking another girl to the high school prom?

Another one bites the dust...
I just got e-mail notification that one of my subscribers has unsubscribed from this blog. So of course, I start wondering "was it something I said?" or something I didn't say? Was yesterday's Alleluia post too heavy-handed? I'm a first-born, so it's in my nature to be a people pleaser and losing subscribers/followers is clear evidence that someone is not pleased. But I'm a big girl and I can take it. I write this blog as much for me as for anyone else and I won't get all wigged out over losing one subscriber. Of course, if you were all to send the link to my blog to say...10 of your closest friends and tell them to follow/subscribe, I'd be ok with that too! LOL! Shameless, aren't I?!

Catch you all tomorrow, post-mammy!