dear mr. costco,

I'm writing to you to tell you that you suck. Why, you may ask, do you suck? Well, you suck because you have stopped carrying the ONE product that I find necessary for survival in your stores. My ONE vice is no longer available. Do you know what a cruel thing that is to do to a person? Especially without warning?? Could you not have put a simple sign over the product, informing consumers that "as of March Blah Blah Blah, this product will no longer be available so STOCK UP NOW!"? Because had I known you weren't going to carry the 5lb bag of Hot Tamales for $6.99 anymore, I would have bought the whole friggin pallet last time I was there. Screw saving money for a new refrigerator! I have needs!

Do you know what I have to pay for these things now? $1.49 for a stinkin 9.5 OUNCE box at the "regular" stores! The economy is already bad enough and now I have to shell out THAT much for that little? This is NOT gasoline or crude oil. It's sugar, corn syrup and pectin, with a little bit of pear juice and glorious red dye. One should never have to pay that much for sugar.

You might want to do yourself a favor and reevaluate your position on the sale of Hot Tamales in your stores. I have a big mouth and have no problem sharing my disdain with everyone I see, whether I know them or not. I'm a one woman movement. I'll make signs. I can have followers in no time... I once protested the horrible injustice that happens to dandelions every year as they are weed whacked to death and got people to protest with me. People honked as they passed us and everything. Don't think I won't protest your store over this.

Thank you for your time,
JoAnna

i don't know.

He insisted. Crazy thing is, the kid actually looks good in pink. I had never seen him in pink until a few days ago, when he thought it was hilarious to squeeze into his sister's 6-9 month jacket and then proceeded to wear it all day. But the tutu... I don't know. He wanted to wear the pretty dress, so why the heck not? I was just scared that the tonka truck wheel would get caught in it and ruin it. Did I really just say tutu and tonka truck in the same sentence, while talking about one child? And the rest of the outfit? That was all him too. Clearly, he hasn't been watching enough Project Runway.

feast or famine

My life is bipolar. I've come to the conclusion that despite what many may think, it's not me that is bipolar, it's my life. And thank goodness for that because there's no way I would want to take any of those medications that you see on tv that treat the disorder. The list of possible side effects takes up two thirds of the thirty second commercial. Hello, anal leakage? No thank you.

I can go five weeks without having anything to do, nowhere to go, and being so bored that I actually clean the house. And then I can have five weeks where I blow through three tanks of gas in a week, have so much to do that I can't even remember to eat and have everything get so disorganized that I can't find two shoes that match.

I'm currently in a manic phase. I've been so busy that when I look back on the day, it seems like the things I did that morning were actually done the day before. There is so much going on and so much that is unknown and it's freakin' freaking me out. I don't mind the busy part, I actually enjoy being busy. It's the unknowns that are bothering me.

If I don't get around to updating this much in the next few weeks, forgive me. It's because I'm brewing something big that I can't write about yet. But rest assured, I will fill you in on the madness as soon as I can.

front runner for mother of the year, again

And here is why:

1. W has had McDonalds or some kind of other fast food 4 times in the past 7 days.

2. CB discovered how delectable french fries are and she now screams for them.

3. 2 days ago, I fell asleep in the afternoon while sitting up, with the kids crawling all over me and didn't wake up for 20 minutes because I was so dead tired.

4. Neither child had clean pjs for tonight so I did laundry but didn't put them in the dryer in time for them to be ready for bed. I don't know what they are actually wearing right now because I wasn't here when they went to bed. It will be a fun surprise in the morning.

5. I can't remember the last time they had a bath. I want to say it was last night, but I'm not really sure. It could have been 2 or 3 nights ago...

6. W officially knows how to work the DVD player and I let him do it.

7. He can sing the entire chorus of "Low" by T-Pain and asks for the song whenever we are in the car.

8. He can also sing most of the chorus to that Soulja Boy song and he can do part of the dance.

9. One day this week, he ate 2 packages of cookies and 3 packages of fruit snacks. That's it. At least they were organic...

and

10. He knows the TV schedule from 7am to 11am and asks to watch shows accordingly.

irony

I'm not sure why, but I think it is freaking hilarious that the pharmacy I go to stores their prenatal vitamins next to the birth control pills.