Inconsiderate People....

Oh how I can't stand them! 

Just a few examples:

I'm patiently waiting in line to return a couple of things at one of the nearby clothing stores while my daughter and A (little girl I babysit) touch everything in sight and make lovely messes. Messes that I pick up of course, because I'm considerate like that. There are two cashiers both seemed to be busy ringing up the items of the customers in front of me. As I stand there I realize only one of them is actually ringing things up. The other is chatting with the gals friend that was buying the things the other cashier is ringing up. Now normally how long can one cashier take to ring up 15 items? You wouldn't think very long. Wrong! First the chatty lady realizes her baby that is sitting in the cart has completely soaked through his diaper. Instead of stopping her mouth and taking care of the kid she picks him up and starts showing the other woman who was trying to find her wallet to get her credit card to pay for the items...which she needs rung up in two separate transactions I might add. They both start examining the poor kid and his diaper instead of just taking care of it and moving on. At about this point Joshua starts crying. The kids are still touching everything, the people waiting in line behind me are giving me nasty looks and I'm starting to get irritated and stressed out. Finally they stop the diaper talk, find the credit card and pay for the first purchase. The cashier hands her the first bag and starts to ring up the second set of items. The woman looks at the receipt and says "these pants are supposed to be $15 how come they rang up more?" So the cashier stops and goes and checks the price. Comes back and says that she looked at the wrong sign. The woman decides she doesn't want the pants. Are you kidding me?! The whole time the other cashier and other woman are still talking, my son is still crying, and the girls are now starting to run up and down the isle. The nasty looks are still coming with the added "why don't you control your children" looks thrown in. Blah, blah, blah the woman and cashier are still chatting. The second purchase is finally rung up and pants are in the process of getting refunded when a man walks up completly cutting everyone else in line. This gets Miss Blabby cashiers attention as he asks to speak with the manager. She responds that "shes not in but can she help him with something?" You have got to be joking?! I have been standing in line almost 10 minutes by now! The baby is still crying despite my efforts to quiet him, I'm near breaking point and she helps him??? You would think I would have been smart and just walked away at some point but nooooooo after all that I needed my $11.64! GRRR! 

If that doesn't prove my point....

We are in the mall this afternoon. The urge hits and dispite my disgust and near phobia of public restrooms I make my way in that direction. I approach the door of the Family restroom and find that it is "occupied". I have the stroller/carseat combo, two girls and myself, there is no way we are all fitting in the regular bathroom stall so I wait. And wait. And wait. By about minute 7 I start to think "this person better have 5 kids, what the heck is taking so long?" I seriously need to pee, Abigail is complaining because she wants to go play already and A is trying to make as many phone calls as she can on the pay phone despite my repeated instruction to not touch the phones. Finally the doors open. I expect to see a herd of kids run out but oh nooo! One lady walks out. Nobody else. Just one middle aged lady who apparently felt the need to take up the entire FAMILY bathroom for absolutely no reason! Okay fine, maybe she had a reason. Who knows. All I can tell you is it better have been a bad case of diarrhea!

I like to consider myself one of the few people that actually think about other people. Some might say thats a flaw but I like to think of it as an incredibly good quality. I do have to say that it's gotten me hurt many a time but at least I know I'm taking the high road.....

Now perhaps it is wrong to hate strongly dislike the ones who cross my path but come on! Think people! Use those brains once in a while. That really is why God provided them for you. So don't let them go to waste, kick those puppies on!

I Can Knit!

So I feel like I am getting a jump start on my old age but I don't care because I LOVE it! Knitting is so fun and in a way very therapeutic. I feel like while I do it I can just kind of zone out and focus on thinking (or not thinking) about the stuff running through my head. I also love seeing my work in progress and finishing my first project felt so good! I started working on this scarf and it only took me a few weeks to finish it.  

Jason was kind enough to act as my scarf model. :P

Goofball! But doesn't that look like an awfully warm scarf!?

I made this scarf for my brothers girlfriend, Katie. This was her Christmas gift. I love the cute little box! Now back to knitting....:P 

My Finished Baking Projects

I have no clue why this wasn't posted before but this was my first attempt at making my own cookies and icing from scratch. I do have to say I am very proud of these cookies!!! :) I think they turned out totally cute.

As I have stated before I am no baker. I have never made an edible cookie from scratch and I have most definitely never made cute little gift baskets to hand out to friends and neighbors. Filled with lots of goodies I made all myself I might add! Including cookies, fudge, chocolates, mints and candy canes. Yummmmm! 

Everyone said they really liked (and ate, lol) everything I made! Some even asked for seconds of the fudge. Awfully proud baker here! :o)

The Most Painful kind of Joy...

I'm talking about Motherhood. Yes, you read that right, I said Motherhood. I have always wanted to be a Mom. I even tried to feed my brother a bottle of soap when I was 3 because he was crying and I was trying to help my Mom. I don't actually remember this but have been told the story many times. Thankfully no harm was done to my brother. None that we know of anyway. Although that might explain him a bit.....kidding of course....maybe. :P Anyway back to my topic. As I said before I have always wanted to be a Mom. Not until I actually became one did I realize exactly how painful it is though. I'm not talking physical pain here either. I'm talking about that really deep pain that's constantly nagging at you and never gives you peace. Okay, maybe not all Mother's have that but I'm pretty certain the majority know what I'm talking about. You know it is everything that has to do with your child/children. From the big things like the way that you choose to raise them to the smallest things like the foods they eat. It's that constant question, "is what I am doing right?" Is this the best for my child/children?" As Mother's we are responsible for raising and helping shape a little person. Or choices help shape them for life. What a serious responsibility! It's such a painful kind of joy knowing that you either help create a productive, loyal, responsible, loving person or something entirely the opposite. And the worst part is that sometimes you really just don't have much say in how things go or what's thrown on the plate for you to work through. You just have to suck it up and take it. Always making sure to put your best forward (with possibly plenty of tears along the way) and take everything that comes at you. Remembering the whole time that the decisions your making, every decision no matter how small, is on behalf of someone else and you want to be sure it's the right one because you love and care for them so much. I mean don't get me wrong, while this is an extremely nerve wrecking, painful kind of emotion I would never want to not feel it. It's the best thing in the whole world. Being a Mother I mean and I wouldn't trade a single second for anything. The moments that you experience when you are a Mother are the best in the world and are indescribable. Like that second you first saw your baby or when they first started to recognize you as their Mommy or that first day of school. Their fun little laughs and silly games. Their innocence. The constant talking and questions. The billions of hugs and kisses that you can never get enough of. Once again maybe not everyone knows what I mean but the majority of you know that your days would not be the same without some baby drool, wet kisses or toys on the floor! I love my children and I cherish every moment...even when they are making me want to pull my hair out and scream! Ha, ha! They really are great kids. I am so blessed. And no matter what is thrown on my plate I will handle it remembering that I can only do the best I can do and every moment is a special one.

Baking...

I love it. And I totally suck at it. Okay, well maybe not totally. I can bake some things. Like banana bread....and....well that's about it. So yes, I can bake banana bread. And I am even good at baking banana bread. As a matter of fact I think I make a pretty darn good banana bread. I'd love to learn how to bake other things too though since I really do love to bake. I love getting all the ingredients together, setting everything up, reading the recipe, pouring the flour, breaking the eggs, adding bits and pinches here and there. I love that baking is not an exact science. You can add a bit of vanilla if you want, just to try, and as long as you don't overdo it, the outcome can be splendid. I love the effects of baking too. The smells that entice your nostrils are just plain glorious. There really aren't many things that can get your taste buds going like the smells that can come from an oven. The warm feeling that comes with creating something from scratch. There is just something very therapeutic about baking to me. I've tried cookies several times in the past and no matter what recipe I try I just can't seem to get it right. They are always hard and/or burnt. I don't think I have once created an edible cookie. So my next and first real attempt at broadening my baking horizon will be an attempt at fudge. I have absolutely no idea how difficult fudge is to make but my plan is to try. I'm not actually even sure if there is even baking involved with the fudge making process but that's my first goal. Ha, ha! Finding the extra money to buy gifts this year is proving difficult but finding extra flour and eggs to make some scrumptious somethings I can do. So my plan is to create some goody baskets filled with all my lovely baking to give as gifts. Can I make fudge, cookies and breads that aren't burnt and actually edible, now that's the real question???

I've Done It..

Yes, I started yet another blog...obviously. I have one for the family which is mainly just about the kiddos. I love writing about them and keeping everyone updated on our comings and goings but sometimes it would be nice to just write about things that interested me. Things that may not be exactly appropriate for a "family" blog or things that not everyone that reads about our family would be interested in. Things that are just about me. It would be nice to write about things that please me or new things I am trying (like knitting) without feeling like I am going to bore someone with my "Whitty Banter". ;o) Or maybe I'll post a vent or two on here. I guess if you are reading this blog then you'll just have to keep coming back and reading to see what comes next..............