The Condiment Stash.

You know when you go to a fast food place and grab a couple extra ketchups or whatever? For that¬†drawer or plastic bag that we never touch but for some reason exists because it’s free stuff and we might need it one day?

We all do it. Well, at least I assume so. We have a nice little baggy of ketchups and what not, a reasonable amount. And when I go to Chik-Fil-A I always ask for a couple extra Chik-Fil-A sauces because it’s crack and i need to have some at home for our Costco chicken nuggets.

So, I went to Chik-Fil-A the other day, just to grab a sandwich. I placed my order, and stood near the condiment cornucopia where they keep all the goods.

And then there was this guy.

The counter lady handed him his sandwich and fries. He took the paper bag with his goods. And then went to work.

He literally grabbed like three massive handfuls of every thing they had.

Salt packets. Pepper packets. Ketchup packets. Mustard packets. Mayonnaise packets. Little packages plastic utensils. Napkins. Like, he just kept filling the bag until it was almost overflowing. And then just walked out.

I tried so hard not to laugh. But oh my gosh. This guy had some serious hoarder issues. And it made my day.

And now I kind of want to find him and give him our stash. This guy clearly cares more about them than I do.

Operation: Birthday Month

Guys. I hook myself up for my birthday month.

Did you know there are several places that will give you free food/stuff just for signing up for their e-mails? Every march my e-mail inbox gets flooded with goodness.

So far this weekend I’ve treated myself to a free Jamba Juice, a free burger at Red Robin, and a free large 1-topping pizza at Grimaldi’s. And I still have a Ruby Tuesday burger, iHop Rooty Tooty Fresh and Fruity, Jason’s Deli, El Pollo Loco, Cinnabon, Zoe’s Kitchen, and so many others to use. And that’s not even including the BOGO deals. That’s just free stuff!

We eat out so much in March. It’s amazing.

If you wanna know how to get all this goodness for your happy month, hit me up. I’ll hook you up.

If I weren’t an honest person I would make myself 12 different e-mail addresses with slightly different names so I could just do this all year. But unfortunately, I have a terrible conscious. I turned myself in for accidentally cheating once. True story.

Anyway. Been working on some new music! So hopefully my writers block will evacuate and I can record some new stuff. Also thinking of doing a few cover songs. So if you have a favorite song you want to hear me do, let me know! I’d love to give it at try! :)

Deuces.

 

The hard parts.

Most of the time, parenting is amazing. My days with Jake a pretty predictable. We have a system. We wake up. Take daddy to work. Go to the gym. Come home. Have lunch. Go down for a nap. And then I can spend 2-3 hours either cleaning, crafting, or napping.

But this week he’s decided to change things up a bit. And it’s ruining my life.

Not really. But a couple days ago he would NOT go down for a nap. I tried everything. But after 3-4 attempts to put him down, he would just stand in his crib and bawl his baby eyes out.

And of course he fell asleep on the way to pick up Mark from work.

Then yesterday he took a four hour nap. Amazing.

Then today he refused to nap again. Literally, he was just off and on crying for 40 minutes. I would just listen and he would stop for a couple minutes and my whole body would relax as I thought he was finally succumbing to sleep… but then the crying would pick up even worse.

And so we got him up. And we’ve all been grumpy today because of that missed precious nap.

I literally don’t know what I’m going to do if his napping days are over. I will just die. Or pull my hair out. Or go insane.

And then he’s all sweet and perfect and cuddly and I can’t be mad at him for just wanting to be up exploring and playing. But goodness boy, just nap! I carried you around for nine months and then let you literally suck the life out of me for a year. Please child. Just let mama take a nap.

Anyway. We got our garden tower up for round two! All 50 spots are filled with everything from tomatoes to watermelon. Hopefully this summer will yield better results than our carrot balls from the fall.

This blog really is supposed to be for my music stuff. But you know what, if you care about my music, you probably care about my life and random ramblings, too. Cause this is the stuff songs are made of anyway. I’m probably gonna write a song called “Go the bleep to sleep.” And all my mom friends are gonna play it on repeat.

[but seriously, have you seen that book The “Go the bleep to sleep” book? I’m a terrible, terrible person for even peeking inside. And for thinking it was kind of hilarious. Don’t judge me.]

 

Delete.

I just left my blog up for a sec, and Mark snuck on and wrote an entire post about poop. Then published it. Then I deleted it, but for a moment, it existed.

My son demanded that he hold his teddy bear in the bathtub tonight. So now it’s all soggy. But he’s happy.

Also, Jake has this cute little Kylo Ren towel that he wears (it has a hood) after his baths. Well, yesterday when I was gone, Mark let him wander around in his towel a little too long after his bath, and Jake peed on the floor. But Mark didn’t realize this until he looked over and saw Jake trying to wipe up his mess with a wipe. Like, he peed on the floor, thought to himself in his little baby brain “Oh, I made a mess. I’ll clean it up.” and he did. He scrubbed away like a good little boy.

He probably took note of the times he’s watched me clean up cat puke. Which is unfortunately pretty often.

I love him so much it hurts.

Mark just said in the background “I can’t believe you didn’t keep my post. It was so well written. My favorite part was [insert poop description].”

You know, there was a time when I wouldn’t say the word “poop.” It just wasn’t lady-like. Plus, considering I never have, it just felt like such a foreign concept to me. My food just goes right to my curves, as it does for all ladies.

But now poop is just everywhere all the time. Husband, baby, cats, it’s just errywhere.

So that’s family life I guess. We’re gonna go put Jake to bed. And then I should probably go write songs or something but it’s Friday night, so we’re probably just gonna go watch Psych.