Ramblings

While driving today I encountered a couple of license plates that I found interesting.

A motorcycle read -

SOBR

Kind of an odd license plate for a car – sober. At least that is how I read it.

Then a really nice Porsche read -

WFLVSME

Does this guy really want us to believe his wife picked out his license plate so the whole world would know his wife loves him? Or did he pick out the plate so the whole world knows his wife loves him? Either way I find this a little odd.

My favorite and really one I would have picked out for myself -

WHATEVER

Pretty much says it all. At least all I like to say.

Frustrated with someone? Whatever. Don’t know what to say? Whatever. Stumbling over your wording? Whatever. Having a bad day? Whatever. Run into someone in a bad mood? Whatever. Don’t like the dinner I provided? Whatever. Don’t agree with what I have to say? Whatever. you get the point

I am always trying to figure out what the plate says. So if I ever rearend someone it is because I was trying to read their f****ng plate or the 2″x2″ bumper sticker. Seriously folks, if you are going to go to the trouble of putting a sticker on your plate make it readable or at least pick a plate that one can figure out. And if you really only put the sticker on for yourself – whatever.

My father-in-law had his parent’s initials on his license plate. Now, I would have spent most of my drive to work trying to figure the plate out and probably the rest of the day. Frustrating. Frustrating, but highly funny.

The personalized license plates are pretty interesting. Why would someone want a personalized license plate in the first place? As my dad says, “it just makes it easier for cops to remember your plate”.

Do we really need another thing that cries freedom of speech? We already have wording on the butt of pants, chest area on shirts, windows, hats, shoes, banners that hang from buildings and all of the wonderful, yet annoying political signs that litter our streets every year around the same time. Do they really think that I am going to vote for someone just because I read their sign at the stoplight? Guess, some do.

I bought a shirt at Old Navy and the first day I wore it my husband was behind me in the kitchen and started reading 555-6874.

“Oh really, and who are you giving your phone number out to?”

I turned around, “I beg your pardon?”

He said, “Right here on your shirt, is a phone number”.

“What? Where?”

“Right here”. And he pulled the bottom part of the back of my shirt around to show me. I did have a phone number printed on the back of my shirt. Funny, I hadn’t noticed that. What if it was cuss words or gang graffiti? Shows how much I look at the clothes I buy.

What is really funny is I could have had the price tag or size sticker on the shirt. Boy, have I done that before. Really embarrassing.

Has anyone really thought about the implications of having the word JUICY printed on your butt? Don’t get me wrong, I love the clothing line, but when did it become okay to print the word juicy on a woman’s ass? I thought that was like calling her fat? i mean phatt

Speaking of clothing, I was at Old Navy today using my birthday gift card and was totally psyched because I got three pairs of pants for $40. No way? Way. I also threw in a $7 t-shirt too. Yeah!

When I announced that I had fabulous finds, the girl at the register replied, “That’s Hot!” LO

I had an incredible day off today. I swear these days don’t come along often enough. I dropped my niece off at school, hit Old Navy, then hit the BIG scrapbook store about an hour away from the house and cashed in my 20% off purchase being that it is my birthday month (yeah!), then went home and scrapbooked both the kids scrapbooks. I used the sei kits and they turned out awesome. Now I just have to find my fav photos and journal. I have already been journaling in my head what I plan to write about – lots of thing about when they were little and then my thoughts on life, love and other things I want them to remember.

When I showed them both the books with the pages done they were both stoked. Big grins on their faces. Woohoo! Finally a book all about them and all for them. Can’t wait to get them done. My niece’s book is brown and pink and my son’s is red and blue. And they both loved the colors and sticker quotes. BONUS!!

I had planned on letting them pick all of it out, but that was when I had the idea – about a year ago. I figured it was time to just get it done and stop planning it.

And because ever since the girl at Old Navy said it; I have wanted to say it, so -

That’s Hot!

Why do I like saying that so much? LOL

I heard on the news today that the energy efficient money saving light bulbs really are a scam. Seriously, at this point I don’t think anyone cares if they are a scam or not. They have bought them. The feel better because they are doing something good for the environment. Let bygones be bygones.

I was wondering if this was one of those theories or studies that is put out to the public to give more pump to the nay-sayers of global warming. Just another reason why global warming is false.

Whatever. I believe it and like that I feel I am doing my part globally. I like all the warm fuzzies I receive when I think about it.

So my son actually is wearing his last clean pair of underwear right now. Shocker. I can’t believe it went this long. I am thankful that I am the one who brought him his underwear to the shower tonight or honestly I don’t know how much longer it would have gone on. To go even further, I don’t even want to know what he would have wore tomorrow for underwear. I don’t even want to consider the fact that he has probably been wearing dirty socks. Especially since his socks can walk on their own by the time they come home from the playground. Uhg. Here I have been all proud because I have kept up on mine and my husband’s laundry and the towels.

Supposedly, we are considering getting rid of our cleaner. We have been saying for a month now that we have the housecleaning under control. Course, we have had a cleaner coming every two weeks. So much easier to keep under control that way. She is supposed to come on Monday, but my husband keeps saying he is going to call her. Hopefully not Sunday night. I would feel bad. I would want to give her enough notice to fill our spot if possible. Then again, maybe he doesn’t really want to let her go. I don’t. She makes my life easier and definitely less stressful. I have a serious germ phobia. I just hate messes. Don’t know how I live with kids and pets. Amazing I don’t walk in and fall on the floor with convulsions because of the mess some days.

I swear when I wrote this post there was a point to it.

Whatever.