Three things I'm loving this week:
1. Summer dresses at JcPenney's. I went to JCP last Friday night to scoop up some deeply discounted jeans a girlfriend tipped me off to. Came home with $185 worth of summer clothes. Yeah..I don't know either....it just happens If You Give A Mom A Few Minutes At the Mall.
"If you give a mom a few minutes at the mall, she'll stop to check the price on the pretty polka dot dress by the door. When she's checking the price, she'll notice a clearance rack. She'll browse the clearance rack and pick up five button-down shirts even though she has 15 at home. When she's trying on the blouses, she'll see a pair of capri's someone left in the dressing room. They're her size, so she'll try them on. They perfectly hide the winter pounds, so she'll buy them ...."
Here's one of myfavorites (course...I'll be wearing it with a sweater until the Mabeline and Thelma are done with my arms). $30 is a bargain for these dress which -- short sisters let me hear you cheer -- come in lots of petite sizes.
2. The NFL draft. God help me I've gone off the deep end with this football stuff -- I listened to the entire NFL draft on Sirius satellite radio last weekend. When we missed the Steelers first-draft pick, I nearly freaked out on my husband for getting the Steeler's picking position wrong. Then, it occurred to me to call the ETN Sports Dept. I knew they'd know (they did).
As if listening to the draft wasn't enough, I've spent all week listening to Sirius' NFL channel's breakdowns and analysis of the draft. I need an intervention.
3. Foreigner at CelebrateErie for free. Woohoo. Stock up on Bic lighters, dig out your stonewashed jeans -- we're going to rock on the streets of Erie come Aug. 16. I'm way more excited about this concert than I should be. I don't even care that the very next morning is the Hamot 10K. It's not like it will be the first time I run a race with a hangover.
Three things I'm hating this week:
1. People who say stupid things to very, very pregnant women. OK...this isn't really my gripe, but rather sympathy for my SIL's plight. She is 9+ months pregnant. Due to drop baby boy #2 any day now and she has had to endure stupid comments from everyone she crosses paths with -- from perfect strangers to family members -- who cannot resist commenting on her baby belly.
I remember, all too vividly, the last weeks/days of my pregnancy when I had lost the ability to: 1.) draw a full breath; 2.) tie my own shoes; 3). see my feet; 4.) fake a smile; 5.) tolerate jackasses who say things like, "are you EVER going to have that baby?" and "It seems like you've been pregnant FOREVER." Seriously...don't mess with a woman about to give birth ... you're taking your life in your hands. You think I'm kidding. I'm not. I swear the only reason you don't see more homicides by pregnant mammas is that they can't run very fast on their swollen, aching feet.
If you ever see a woman who is obviously due to give birth very soon...resist the temptation to say anything except, "You're going to love being a mother." Refrain...at all costs...from saying anything negative about parenting -- she doesn't need or want to freakin' hear it. Trust me.
2. Gum ball machines. After finding yet another wad of gum stuck between some of my work papers, I am soooo selling this thing at my mom's garage sale on Saturday.
3. 30 Rock. Maybe it's me...but I don't get this show. I can't stand Alec Baldwin and I don't think this show is funny. Of course, there was a time that I hated both "Scrubs" and "The Office," too, and they both grew on me. I really can't stand Alec Baldwin though.