Playing Catch up

January has become a weekend away month.

We've been spending lots more time with our friends Tye and Roberta up in Denver which has been good for the soul. We also managed to get a few things done such as going to the temple (as mentioned last week) and finally getting our car fixed - it was dented from an accident, we weren't the ones driving it, long story, one that will probably never be spoken of on this space. In the end it was a big lesson in forgiveness and ultimately a blessing in disguise.

Fast forward to last Saturday: Turns out Tye is quite the wizard when it comes to motor vehicles. Him and Robert (aka husband) spent their Saturday working on our car while Roberta and I spent about 3 hrs at Goodwill. There was a 50% sale, at GOODWILL! 3 hrs turned out to be way too short but my dear friend is pregnant so she needed to pace herself. And there was lots more to do with our day, a birthday party, I had some American history homework and later there was a girl's night out. Plus our husbands were calling asking when we'd be back - we had left the kids with them. Shopping without kids is just so wonderful. And shopping minus husbands is just pure bliss. As much as I adore both husband and baby boy, I firmly stand by both those previous statements.

Now a quick word regarding thrift stores. A full proof tried and tested guide to brilliant finds is to a) shop at thrift stores in well-off areas (the items are less worn) and b) go for either vintage, designer clothing or good quality basic items. I know second time around type of clothing isn't for everyone, I used to be that person and now buying clothes at the full store price is not that much fun. In fact it makes me sick to my stomach, especially when you consider what it might look like after a few rounds in the washing machine. So for such reasons (plus the helping people in need reason) my family will continue to support stores such as Goodwill by both donating and buying.

From clothing to body. Waaaaaaait! Before I go there, let's take a moment to congratulate the Denver Broncos for making it to the Super Bowl. While Roberta, myself and the kids were at the park Sunday afternoon, we heard shouts and screams coming from the house. And as the neighborhood erupted in celebration (fireworks and all) we knew why the husbands were screaming: THE BRONCOS ARE GOING TO THE SUPER BOWL! That's about all that would come out of their mouths. And dear Robdawg lost his voice in the process. Last time I saw anyone this excited was when it was announced that the 2010 Soccer World Cup would be hosted in South Africa. So in case you didn't know how important football was to my husband, now you know. PEYTON FREAKIN MANNING - is what he randomly says while doing the dishes, driving, at the dinner table, doing homework, changing baby's diaper...you get the point. The next two weeks are going to be pure electricity. Nerves and excitement. For the sanity of my home and the happiness of my life, I sure pray those Broncos whip the socks off whomever the heck they'll be playing - I think it's the Seahawks - you know, the ones who look like purebred arabian horses. Well I suppose I might watch, it'll be far too loud to nap.

Now what was that I was saying about clothing and body? It seems far less exciting now. I started yoga blah blah. It was slightly boring but I hear it gets more challenging with time. On a more positive side, about an hour after the class I felt incredibly rejuvenated and had the best sleep I've had in a while. Even though I may not be a "let mother earth support you" kind of gal, I'll be at the next class.

And before I end this, a HAPPY belated 17th birthday to the sweetest girl in the Southern Hemisphere. Zintle aka the Zinsta! You, my girl, are awesome personified.

Now time for lunch. Ps: it's blazin'hot here today. Baby boy and I are gonna go get some ice cream in a moment. Lunch is amagwinya with spaghetti sauce filling #YUM.

Peace!