I wish you could return all the food your toddler throws on the floor and/or feeds to the dog and get your money back.

Tonight as we were cooking dinner, I had one of those moments where you float out of your body and see yourself from above.  Or maybe as passerbys would view you.  And I realized that for a moment, in this one corner of  our yard, we are white trash!  So, naturally, I had Jonathan take a picture.  Instead of hiding it from the world (or taking other pictures of the nice parts of our house), I will put it on the world wide web to make sure no one misses it!

Here are the White Trash aspects that the common observer might miss:

1.  We are grilling in the driveway.  With the garage door open.  Next to a sandbox.

2. We are grilling a Kielbasa.  The frozen peas and corn from a bag are cooking inside on the stove.

3.  Yes, that is a trailer behind the grill.  A homemade trailer that Jonathan bought from some guy by the side of the road.

4.  Delaney is wearing a crazy concoction of an outfit that she picked out herself.  David is crying as he is propped up in the stroller.

5. We have a hound dog.

6.  We have a pile of scrap wood in the top right hand corner of the pic.  Complete with a broken sled.

I don’t know why I think this is so hilarious.  I don’t know why I love to make fun of myself.

I hope every ex-boyfriend I ever had “googles” me and finds this picture.  “aaahh, the one who got away,” they will say to themselves…………………

I wish you could return all the rotten food in your fridge at the store and get your money back.

This year I didn’t get too into Easter until it was already here.  I didn’t decorate the house, buy candy, give the kids presents, hide eggs, dye eggs, bake cookies or anything.  I just wasn’t in the mood.  Then when Easter arrived, we had a great day at my parents’ house complete with Easter baskets for the kids and an outdoor easter egg hunt which Delaney loved.  I found myself left with the same feeling I used to get on Parents’ Weekends in college.  For the weeks leading up to them, I’d call my parents and say “don’t come, don’t make the long trip, it’s stupid, pointless, all a marketing ploy etc. etc.”  Then, when Parents’ Weekend would arrive, I’d spend the whole weekend moping around campus looking at the other kids and their parents wishing mine were there. 

So my new addictions this week are YOGA and www.freecycle.org.  I can’t get enough of either one!  I’ve gone to Yoga every night this week.  And after my recent debacle on eBay, I am spending any free time not at a yoga class to search my house for crap that some one else might come by and just pick up!

The weather has been too beautiful to do much else.