Shhhh... don't tell anyone

I always tease my mom for going to the 99 cents store and buying totally useless things. I mean, there's no way any of that stuff could be good quality if it's only a dollar (a full drill bit set for example). But of course I find myself there the other night trying to find somethings I need, not caring about the brand of the products, and to my astonishment I find a box of seashells. In no way do I need seashells, everything is telling me to walk away "that's not what you came here for", but as I reach for that little box, nicely packaged with a pretty raffia bow, I somehow feel like I've discovered a precious treasure in the sea of commerce. I walk further down the isle and see some eyeshadow, I need more eyeshadow, and there it goes, in the basket. As I stand at the checkout, watching my items pass by on the conveyor belt, that little voice in my head is labeling each item "need, need, want, want, totally unnecessary, want, need." This is where the guilt would normally start to build, but I realize, I've only spent 10 bucks, big deal. I confidently grab my bags, take my receipt, and walk out those automatic doors, dreaming of the thing I'm going to do with those freak'n awesome seashells.

Camping at Pt Mugu (Sycamore Canyon)

Of course I'm never in any of these pictures. Oh well, maybe next time. Matt with a stoned look on his face (too much campfire inhalation). Charlie eating dirt (high in minerals, right?). Mason in the dog's cage (ruff ruff).

La la la..what?!...Oh crap...........

I love how when you're having a pretty decent day, getting things accomplished, driving down the street and then BAM a cop comes out of the blue with you in his sights. Your heart jumps, blood racing and maybe even a little pee sneaks its way out and there you go, your day/week is ruined. Of course this is not your first ticket, you've already done traffic school within the last 18 months and your insurance rate has already gone up once. You've been to the courthouse before, standing in that line, listening to all the crazys yelling at the person behind the counter about how its not their fault and how (after 10 minutes of not getting the answer they want) they ask to speak to the manager or someone of higher ranking in charge. Then you get to the front of the line, pay the bail fee of the ticket (which is never a small amount of money) and schedule a court date to try to fight the injustice sentenced upon you. The court date arrives, you find some dear soul to watch your children because there is no way you can take two little ones into a court house and ask them to sit silently for what could be up to 3 hours of the most boring awkwardness. And then there you are, standing in line with your pie charts, pictures and graphs, hoping that the judge behind the podium will see all the time and effort you put into your case and let you off with a warning to be more careful next time. If only warnings were given out more freely like "have a nice day's" or "hello, how are you's". So, there it is. My experience with law enforcement and city officials. Let's just hope my judge is having an awesome day and agrees with everything I say, thus saving my bank account, driving record and confidence in a just world. Amen

Update on the Cleanse

So the Master Cleanse is cool if you need to drop pounds for an event etc. I lasted 4 1/2 days. I would do it again, but it is a cleanse and if your already dealing with the poop of two kids, the last thing you want to deal with is more s#*t. Hee hee. Anyways, I lost 10 pounds, but 5 came right back on as soon as I started eating again. So obviously for long term weight loss eating right and excersize blah blah blah.