Random Sunday

1.  You know when you buy a certain car in a certain color you suddenly see that type and color car EVERYWHERE?  That is happening with this whole Pennsylvania thing.  Everywhere we turn we see Pennsylvania in the news; read books set in Pennsylvania; authors that live in Pennsylvania, etc. etc. etc.

2.  We have replaced political commercials with Christmas ones.  Oh goody.  But, my favorite has been the foil wrapped Pop Tarts.  Seriously?  Because nothing says Birth of Christ like a foil wrapped Pop Tart.

3.  Today was Miles and Clara's birthday and we celebrated at Tom's house with soup, cake, and big boys wrestling in the living room.  The babies were SO CUTE...devouring cake, walking, and Miles staring at me like someone looks at a train wreck.  So fun to be able to celebrate their first birthday!

4.  I have three bags of Amish Friendship Bread.  Any takers?  Come on.  I baked two loaves yesterday and they are by far my kids favorite right now.  Makes delicious bread (and it makes two loaves, which I love) and this time of year is a great time to bake breads in the oven!  It's really easy too.  Anyone want a bag?  Pretty please.  It goes against my grain to throw the bags away...but it means I will be baking eight loaves in nine days!  Help.  Take a bag.

5.  Can I just say: Thank. God. The. Kids. Go. Back. To. School. Tomorrow.  It has been a very long four days and yesterday was especially high on the yucky scale.  I was the winner for the Monster Mom Of The Year award, thank you very much, and on my home from the award ceremony I noticed one of my front tires was apparently going a bit flat.  And, OK, I am one of those women who do not know how to check the air in the tire, let alone put air in.  On the phone with Larry, annoyed with children (even though I had just received my Monster award...I was not gracious at all), in the rain, trying to fill my tire with air.  I mean, really, is it that hard?  I. Think. Not.  I'm just lame on SO MANY levels.  I ended up taking air out instead of putting it in.  How did I accomplish that I have no idea.  I drove home, in tears, and called Triple-A who came out and put air in my tires and then I accepted the Stupid Woman Award too.  I need my husband.