Thursday, February 26, 2009

"NO, NO, NO"

the other day i heard a four letter word come raging down the hall! i thought for sure the house was on fire. but no, james had just realized that doing anything bowen doesn't want to do, or anything not on his agenda, is now a little more frusrating than before. bowen has learned a little phrase and knows exactly what it means. he has been using this simple phrase to his advantage. not three minutes go by without it echoing throughout our home. the phrase: "NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO." well bowen, you're not the only one that feels this way. sometimes i feel like saying it to. (i just have to refrain since, technically i'm an adult)

i want to say "NO, NO, NO" to grocery shopping. it's crazy really. i don't know why anyone in their right mind wouldn't hate it. the whole process is rather bizarre.

make a list
go to the store
take food off the shelves
put the food in the cart
take the food out of the cart
put the food onto the belt
take the food off the belt
put the food into bags
take the bags off the hooks
put the bags into the cart
take the bags out of the cart
put the bags into the car
take the bags out of the car
take the food out of the bags
put the food into the cupboard/fridge
eat all the food in a matter of minutes and....
make a new list!

when i'm rich and famous (or just rich) i think i'll officially say "no" to grocery shopping and hire someone to do all the steps between "make the list" and "eat the food"!

i want to say "NO, NO, NO" to laundry.

no matter how many loads i do in one day there is always one waiting for tomorrow. it's an impossible task to get ahead of. if you think about it, the only logical way to complete all of your household laundry in one day would be that the entire family prance around the house naked while all possible clothing is washed. otherwise, the second you clean everyones clothes (and underwear) you have the clothes and the underwear being worn to wash. the hamper can never truly be empty.

i want to say "NO, NO, NO" to poopy diapers.

i realize the only alternative to this is to train the kid to sit on the pot. unfortunately for me, i wanna say "no" to that too! perhaps if my boy had normal one-year-old bowel movements i wouldn't be so annoyed. but 4-5 a day? is that really fair? i often wonder if the smell of mac and cheese on the flip side is to punish the mother how ran out of time to make something healthy. believe me, i feel punished!
i want to say "NO, NO, NO" to getting gas. (not that kind of gas...sicko!)


many of you, i'm sure, know of my hatred to putting gas in the car. i have to admit that if james wants to make my day (and his...wink, wink) putting gas in my car always does the trick! perhaps if i wasn't so paranoid about causing static and being blown up, by getting back in my warm car while it fills up, i wouldn't hate it so bad. and i only seem to run out of gas during blizzards or ice storms. who wants to stand outside in that?

i wanna say "NO, NO, NO" to calories.

do you think heaven really is a place where calories don't count? where i can have a 'ho ho' for breakfast and still have a beach body by afternoon? if you don't, don't tell me. there are times when depriving myself of luxurious cupcakes can only be achieved if i tell myself i can have them when i die! and since we're on the subject. why are there people in the world who seem to eat what they want (what I want) and still flaunt their size 2 pants? if i didn't read the calorie count AFTER eating the yummy pasta, my nights would perhaps be less depressing! no more calories!

well, i suppose the next lesson for our FHE should be that we need the bitter to know the sweet. that or teaching bowen to say, "YES, YES, YES!"

9 comments:

jhjonze said...

I frequently wish I were a one year old and could just say NO to everything I didn't want to do!

Etts a Beautiful Life said...

You forgot "pay for the food" - that is the most outrageous part.

Amanda said...

You left out the all too hurtful part of the grocery store,.. that's leaving either your arm, leg, or first born in the cash register when we would CLEARLY rather buy something cute! ;) you kill me Marci. I don't think I could EVER convince Pete to go fill up my car. What a great husband you have!

Anonymous said...

I was actually thinking how much I hated grocery shopping just the other day! It takes so much work to get the flippin food into your home, and then you still have to COOK the darn stuff- sheesh! I am there with ya on being rich and hiring a grocery shopper. I think I would splurge for a personal chef too!

Mel and David said...

I love all of your blog posts... that cake looks yummy, lets just say calories for something that delicious... don't count!

Fierce & Free said...

That was a fun little blog, I also HATE laundry, (worse when you don't have a dryer) and putting gas in my car is my LEAST favorite thing too! Hope all is well!

m@R(! said...

i also HATE laundry and geting gas..and cooking...and putting on makeup...and oh i wish icould just say NONONONO also.

Anonymous said...

I love that you are so good at updating your blog(s)!! I check up on them even though I don't ever update my own! I read your facebook confessional and I realize I've run into this a few times as well! The cool thing is this: that person prob has a billion friends too, and he obviously/prob doesn't know you either... and when you delete someone as a friend, they don't ever get a notice about it... that means they prob won't notice at all! There's at least a good chance that he really doesn't check in on you unless he's a weird stalker!! That's what I do... I take the chance of that person being offended if they realize I deleted them, but if they really don't know me that well, I don't think they should really be offended! If they really want to be my friend, they can ask me again! I don't know if that made sense... sorry it took me a long time to explain! Hope things are going well for you, and yes... we will have to set Bowen and our little girl up on a date when that time comes!! :)

Amy said...

The thing I miss the most about living in Oregon is that it is illegal to pump your own gas. You just pull in slide the guy your card through the window and wait while he HAS to pump it for you. Oh the memories.