Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Random thoughts.......

I think I need to buy a cow. Seriously. Or maybe Hood can just fill a tank in my basement like the oil man does. It would be so much easier for me. We go through a gallon of milk every two days. But if I buy two at a time, no one drinks it. A conundrum for sure.

Lila has moved up a level in swim class. That means she has to spend some time in the deep end. Every class, she has to jump in the 10 foot and then tred water. She's always the last one in, her nerves getting the better of her. She finally jumps and it seems like days before she comes back up and clings to the edge. Then she swims across the deep end to the other side and treds water. At this point, my chest is ready to explode because I finally realize that I have been holding my breath since she left the shallow end. The safe end. The end she can touch in. I hate watching her in the deep end.

Elderly people are great and all, but I really think the grocery stores need Elderly Hour shopping time. A time when they can just go in by themselves and shop to their hearts content. This would be a great way for the stores to get rid of all the Granny Annie sized jars of peanutbutter and Ovaltine. It could be at like 5am, they're all up early anyway right? Oooh, better yet a Family Grocer that had a huge jungle gym in the middle where you could drop off your kid to play while you shop. Our grocery store used to do Wine Sample Fridays. That was nice.

We may also need a wheat field. I can't seem to buy loaves of bread often enough. We are constantly out of bread.

Carrie, my daughter's swim teacher really needs to pull her bathing suit down. I tired of seeing her butt cheeks. I look at her butt cheeks more than my own. I've started bringing books to swim lessons.

I have not practiced Lila's reading with her yet this summer. I've read to her but not practiced her reading to me. I promised my self we would do it at least 3 times a week. Aren't the little promises you make to your self just precious? Ahhh, noble thoughts.


Blogger greekchickie said...

LOL ~ I go thru a QUART of milk in a week. hehe Not 1/2 a gallon. A QUART. :) I only have milk with my cereal in the mornings & that's enough milk in the container for a week's worth.

I totally agree with thought #3. It usually happens to me that an elderly person is in front of me during my lunch hour, when I'm running around trying to get stuff done & they are still hand-writing a check in their slow, pretty penmanship. GOOD GRIEF, HURRY UP, GRAMPS!


3:57 PM  
Anonymous Tam said...

I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE the idea of a jungle gym in the middle of the grocery store. My kid would be the one screaming, "Mommy! I want my mommy!" in between sobs, but I could pretend it was someone else's. Oh, and I promised myself I'd clean out the garage this summer; have you seen that lately? It's not looking too promising. Summer isn't over yet...

6:24 PM  
Blogger Jenn said...

I always get stuck reaching things and reading labels to them. I don't mind helping, but at 4:45pm the kids are starved and I'm in a hurry!!

Let's invent it the Jungle Gym Grocers. A couple of good insurance forms and we should be all set.

6:24 AM  
Blogger Stacie said...

Whoa tasting in the grocery stores? I'm all over that! Wish we had those kinda stores here! LOL

8:24 AM  
Blogger Jenn said...

Yeah, it was nice. They would let you try 3 or 4 different types in little plastic cups. Not enough to buzz, but the rest of the shoppiog trip just wasn't so bad after. :)

6:21 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

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6:23 PM  
Blogger greekchickie said...

Nice spam. :P

I miss you, girlie! I hope you are ok!


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