Random Tuesday Thoughts - One Size Does Not Fit Most

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My Kodak Easyshare camera went all haywire on me a couple of months ago.  Rather than go to the store and purchase the same brand, I chose a Vivitar.  HATE IT!  I tried really hard at first to like it.  I gave it the benefit of a doubt, assuming the grainy, red pictures were owner error.  Now, after it's too late to return it, I'm sure it's the camera.  I want to do nothing but throw it against a wall in angst.  Santa's been given his list early and he knows what needs to be under the tree...a non-Vivitar digital camera.

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I went to the Spirit Halloween store last Friday to purchase some striped tights for the weekend.  Every pair of tights was packaged.  I asked the bouncer/employee/store security guy if I could open the package to see if the "One Size Fits Most" insinuation was true.  He spouted off something about not being able to do it due to hygiene purposes.  I wasn't trying rub them all over my body.  I just wanted to see if I was spending my money on something that actually fit.  I took the plunge and bought them anyway.  Let me tell you, my friends, one size does NOT fit most.  Because my skirt was short and it was cold outside, I had to wear the tights all night Saturday looking like a fairy from the hood.  I got them around my waist just enough to make it uncomfortable and give the illusion I was rockin' in them.

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Want to know a surefire way to embarass your kids?  Take a big Number 2 in your pants while sitting in your vehicle at the grocery store.  I shouldn't even be telling you this because there is shame in my game.  But it's so bad it's almost funny.  In my defense, I have an undiagnosed stomach ailment that makes me have to go right then and there.  It also makes me nauseated and I feel like there's a war of a thousand knives going on in my stomach.  I'm in the grocery store with my boys when the urge hits.  Of freakin' course, the store is under construction and the bathroom has been relocated to The Twilight Zone.  Rather than run around looking for it, I figure I'll just quickly checkout and drive home.  My house is just a few blocks from the store.  Surely I can make it.  Nope!  No sooner than I get in the vehicle does all hell break loose.  I'm bawling because I hurt so darn bad and because I just relieved myself in my drawers.  Logan and Adam are covering their noses, looking around and hoping no one sees the spectacle.  Definitely not one of my finer mommy moments! 

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Saturday my hubby took first place in the annual soup cook-off at camp.  He made chili with deer meat, hamburger, and his secret blend of herbs and spices.  He won some cash and a Soup Champ Golden Spoon (which is way more plastic than golden).  My man can make some mean chili.

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My brother gets married this Friday.  The woman he's marrying is kind of loony so you'd think she'd fit right in with the family.  Not so much.  But I don't have to spend the rest of my waking days with her and he obviously loves her.  So I wish them all the best and many wonderful years together. 

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Happy RTT!