The difference between boys and girls

While sitting here reflecting on how I "wasted" this glorious day off of work (thank you, inclement weather!!) and listening to the sleet fall, I thought it would be a good time for a little blogging action and a lesson on gender differences.


Behind this curtain, lies a shocking truth...




No, not the map-of-the-world shower curtain liner that my husband cannot live without. (Just fyi: I, too, enjoy working on my geography while lathering up.)

But this....


The other night I was brushing my teeth and preparing for bed when I looked into our shower and was struck by something. Nearly ALL of the products in our bathtub are mine...and I use them ALL. I thought this was such an awe-inspiring revelation that I would let you see for yourself. Also, please refrain from any "high maintenance" comments.
All of the items in the middle bucket are Austin's. There are four bottles in there, but he actually does not use two of them often. One is a travel bottle he sticks in his overnight kit and the other is some special wash he uses every 6 months or so. I guess I should also add that the black and very manly loofah is his. In my defense (not that I need one!), one of my bottles is near empty and another bottle is it's replacement, just waiting to take it's place in my shower rotation.

So, welcome to my shower....now let's see yours!!

our weekend

This weekend we had a sleepover with H and K while their parents took advantage of a overnight trip they won at a silent auction. It made me feel good they the kids were looking forward to it and were jumping up and down on the front porch when I pulled up on Saturday. We had a great time! We played outside (although just for a bit since it was very cold yesterday), watched a few shows on Noggin, ate at the Old Neighborhood Grill, watched Peter Pan, read books, and went to the bagel shop this morning. Phew, who wouldn't enjoy that! I managed to only get two pictures of our sleepover, afterall, I am having to re-adjust to life with a camera now (thanks, Mom!)



Austin and H playing a nail-bitting game of HORSE. For the record, almost 6 yr old H legitimately beat Austin. But don't worry, Austin got his revenge Sunday morning in H's room playing nerf basketball. And, let us not forget K and her big wheel!


This was taken during Wow-wow Wubzy. Don't tell their mom I forgot to take K's shoes off! OOPS!!! Sorry!

A BOGO deal at Tom Thumb

I saw in the paper that Tom Thumb was having a buy one get one sale on brita water pitcher filter refill packs. For anyone not in the know, those puppies go for about $20- $25 a pack. I was very eager to get in on the action since we ran out of filters about 4 months ago and i did not want to spring for a new pack. just thought i would put this alert out for anyone interested.
Much love, ashley

not me monday

Alright, as many of you may know, especially since it is the only time i blog anymore, that it is not me monday...as seen on mckmama's blog.
so, here it goes.

If someone told you that they saw me squirt gasoline all over myself on friday, then DO NOT believe them! I most certainly was not preoccupied in my thoughts after work that when i removed the nozzle from the tank in my car i was still clutching tightly to the release lever. And since i did not do that, i most certainly did not drench my legs with gasoline and scream when i realized what was happening and throw the nozzle on the ground...wasting about $1.50 in the whole ordeal! Absolutely not!! Also, i have never seen the mythbuster show about setting yourself on fire at a gas pump starting from the spark of static electricity. I was not freaked out at my situation because i was certainly not wearing a static-riffic puffy coat that makes my hair practically stand up on end. It was not me who oh-so-carefully peeled said jacket of all the while praying simultaneously and trying to touch as many things in hopes of staying "grounded".
AND, if that had been me, i would not have found it hilarious when a concerned gentleman paused long enough to hand me a tissue to wipe the $1.50 worth of gas off my jeans.

Last monday, it was not me who pretty much threw a surprise-just-because-i-love-you-and-think-you-are-great-present back in my husbands face because i was "too tired, and hungry, and busy, and in the middle of cooking supper" to pause for 30 seconds to open the plainly wrapped item that came in the mail. That was not me because sweet girls do not behave in such a manner! it is not me who has a sweet husband that read a previous blog entry of mine about a children's book called the small one. he absolutely did not search online for days for a descent copy of a practically out of print book....oh, wait...it is me, and i am a jerk!

also, it is not me who has become so obsessed with finding the round-valentine-pink beaded-placemats that have a heart in the center from target. i did not pick them up to buy in little rock over christmas and then put them back because it would be silly to buy them there when there are 3 targets here in fort worth. i am not kicking myself. and, it is not like they never existed. this isn't me! because if such a thing existed, of course i could track them down since i am super internet searcher girl! also, i do not feel oh so very worldly because i am coveting this one thing i am unable to have (or find!!).

and last but not least, do not believe anyone if they tell you that i did not take down my christmas tree and decorations until YESTERDAY! hello!! that would be tacky to leave them up that long, and we all know how well i follow social ettiquette.