tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59885426540996334852024-03-14T07:44:21.112-04:00Domestic Spaz - Putting the "Me" Back in MommyBeth is a self-proclaimed spaz, especially regarding all things domestic. She is mom to 3 character building children, devoted partner to The Man, full time eBay entrepreneur, writer by nature, Girl Scout leader, aspiring Buddhist, and lover of shiny things. This blog is a sometimes humorous and sometimes tragic reflection of her life, her family, and her unending quest for inner peace and happiness.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13166875964870812562noreply@blogger.comBlogger607125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988542654099633485.post-19900972589445158302016-07-22T13:41:00.000-04:002016-07-22T13:41:45.076-04:00In Which The Spaz Becomes A LuLaRoe ConsultantLuLaWhat? Huh? Is that the LEGGINGS? Y'all - read on.
So much has happened since I last wrote here! I finished up that sweet, sweet Marketing degree in the beginning of May and that was seriously an awesome feeling accomplishment. It's kind of surreal to know I'm actually a graduate after so many years of having completely given up on that dream. Even after I had completed all of my classes and Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13166875964870812562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988542654099633485.post-36668521455669866002016-04-02T09:51:00.000-04:002016-04-02T09:51:17.298-04:00The Spaz deals with teenagersSchool has been kicking my ass, y'all. I'm just about 1 month away from my final final and I've barely had time to breathe, much less keep up with my blog or my life or the laundry. It has literally been a day to day process of making sure I'm not screwing up something since classes started back in August.
But today I will take a few minutes to catch up here because it's been forever and this Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13166875964870812562noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988542654099633485.post-2541147849248879672015-08-19T09:40:00.000-04:002015-08-19T09:40:00.639-04:00The Spaz on FaithYou hear it all the time from religious organizations mostly - "You have to have faith."
I've got a problem with faith. Faith is defined as complete confidence or trust in someone or something.
There are things I have faith in. I have faith that my alarm clock will wake me up in the morning. I have faith that the brakes will work in my minivan when I drive my kids to scouts. I have faith that Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13166875964870812562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988542654099633485.post-31398878789621805242015-08-18T10:19:00.000-04:002015-08-18T10:19:17.651-04:00Cha cha cha changesHey y'all. It's been a while but I'm still kicking.
Yesterday was the first day of school around these parts and we've had a busy summer leading up to it. Or not so busy.... we actually didn't really do anything out of the ordinary this summer. We had some obligatory beach trips and some trips to the museum and the aquarium and the zoo. All the standard summer stuff.
But Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13166875964870812562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988542654099633485.post-63860140736024761042015-02-19T15:28:00.000-05:002015-02-19T15:28:28.651-05:00The only good that can come of this is that maybe someone else can prevent it from happening again....Bug was only 3 and Munchkin was barely walking the day they walked out of our townhouse and through the neighborhood. Across the street and into a different pod of town-homes where a neighbor found them. Bug was wearing shorts and no shirt, Munchkin had on a creeper with little roses on it. Both were in diapers and had no shoes on.
I had put them in front of the TV and gone upstairs to take a Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13166875964870812562noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988542654099633485.post-38069959197757005832015-02-18T10:50:00.002-05:002015-02-18T10:50:52.239-05:00Midlife crisis: take 2So my last post was pretty depressing and this one might not be much better. I haven't posted since then because frankly, I just don't feel like I have all that much to say. Do you really care what my Top Ten favorite snack foods are? I never wanted this blog to turn into a load of useless drivel or a forum to advertise "mom products" or whatever. It was meant to be a place for me to write. It Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13166875964870812562noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988542654099633485.post-76761657459063604572015-02-04T15:02:00.001-05:002015-02-04T15:02:36.052-05:00This is the stuff that makes up a midlife crisis.I am stuck in a rut. And yesterday I had a little bit of a mental breakdown over it.
After a whole day of sitting behind a desk listing Fifty Shades of Grey tee shirts on eBay, I realized the day was growing late and I needed to think about what to make my family for dinner. I ventured into my kitchen and found it a disaster, the dinner dishes from the night before still sitting there untouched.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13166875964870812562noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988542654099633485.post-79959039660513205592015-01-20T10:19:00.000-05:002015-01-20T10:19:55.440-05:00Top Ten Tuesday - Things I've Learned Selling Girl Scout CookiesOur Girl Scout cookie sale starts Thursday here in Spazland and we're ready to go. This will be Munchkin's 8th year selling cookies and over the years I've learned a few things about Girl Scout cookie selling. So that's what today's Top Ten Tuesday is all about... The Top Ten Things I've Learned Selling Girl Scout Cookies.
1. Thin Mints are kind of like crack. People will cut a bitch for the Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13166875964870812562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988542654099633485.post-59761763619173971542015-01-19T09:51:00.000-05:002015-01-19T09:51:00.138-05:00Goober's leaving on a jet planeGoober is a safety patrol at his school and therefore is eligible this year to go to Washington D.C. with the other safety patrols in his grade.
Bug didn't go to Washington D.C. when he was in 5th grade as some of you might remember he was homeschooled that year (at least until March when I found myself crying in the elementary school principal's office that I was failing my child and could theyAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13166875964870812562noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988542654099633485.post-88907638484238087862015-01-13T11:22:00.001-05:002015-01-14T10:10:07.807-05:00Top Ten Tuesday - Things I Can't Live WithoutSo I haven't blogged since last Tuesday but not without the intention. I should do a Top Ten Reasons I Couldn't Come Up With A Good Blog Post. I'll write that one down for a future TTT. :)
Today's post is all about the stuff I think I couldn't live without. I mean, I'm sure I could live without any or all of these items, but I wouldn't want to. Without further adieu, here's my list of the Top Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13166875964870812562noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988542654099633485.post-30010902600545321292015-01-06T10:00:00.000-05:002015-01-06T12:35:51.421-05:00Top Ten Tuesday - Songs That Bring Me BackToday's Top Ten Tuesday is extra special to me. I love music, almost every different genre has a place in my heart. There are so many songs that take me back to my young and wild and free days that it was really hard to come up with just ten - so I went with the ones that evoked the most carefree emotion within me. The ones that I can listen to, close my eyes, and envision my younger self loving Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13166875964870812562noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988542654099633485.post-6533464713866376812015-01-03T09:44:00.000-05:002015-01-03T09:44:06.448-05:00The FitBit Is Trying To Kill MeIt really is.
So now I've had the FitBit for a little over a week and I have sustained more injuries from walking than you would have thought. Walking, y'all. This is something you do every day.
The day after Christmas was the first day I really focused on meeting my 10k step goal with the FitBit. After the whole day of trying to get steps in, I dragged The Man out to walk with me at night andAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13166875964870812562noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988542654099633485.post-73396557866954115622015-01-02T10:00:00.000-05:002015-01-02T10:00:06.769-05:00Where The Spaz Ponders Gender EqualityI'm more critical of Munchkin - more so than the boys. I'm not sure why, but I think I expect more from her as a girl. Perhaps because I am a woman and I know what pressure society puts on women to be successful in all aspects of life so I put that on to her. Maybe that's the natural order of things. I find that with Munchkin, I often hold back compliments and push her to be better, whereas with Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13166875964870812562noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988542654099633485.post-51618300046456523122014-12-30T16:04:00.001-05:002014-12-30T16:04:12.804-05:00Top Ten Tuesday - Things To Accomplish In 2015It's the New Year's edition of Top Ten Tuesday so I'll be predictably listing the Top Ten Things I'd Like To Accomplish In 2015 - shocker!
1. Organize my house - Y'all, it is total chaos up in here. We've got too much stuff and too many people and it's taking over. I think we might be able to be a candidate for Hoarders except I'd be the only person on the show ever that told them to throw it Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13166875964870812562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988542654099633485.post-24907476490698730412014-12-29T14:47:00.002-05:002014-12-29T14:47:29.453-05:00FitBit in SpazlandWe had a very Merry Christmas here in Spazland. The day was filled with excitement from the late afternoon on Christmas Eve until we all collapsed exhausted into our beds in the wee hours of the morning on December 26th.
I was the proud recipient of those Skullcandy Crushers I had on my wishlist (I can't hear the kids at all anymore - it's amazing) and the FitBit Flex I have wanted for forever.
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13166875964870812562noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988542654099633485.post-35515787148468996662014-12-23T14:31:00.001-05:002014-12-23T14:31:58.517-05:00Top Ten Tuesday - Last Minute Gift IdeasIt's December 23rd. A mere two days before the big event. I've shopped til I've dropped, I've wrapped, I've selected the perfect gifts and the not-so-perfect gifts. At this point, I'm just ready to heavily imbibe on Christmas Day and hope everyone sorta likes what I picked out for them.But I'm willing to bet there are a few of you out there who are still racking your brain for some idea of what Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13166875964870812562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988542654099633485.post-50150410099244586322014-12-17T11:35:00.000-05:002014-12-17T11:35:03.006-05:00Take In The Sails & Batten Down The Hatches - Things Are About To Get Rough In HereThis year my kids turned 11, 13, and 15. Just looking at that sentence makes my heart leap into my throat just a little bit. As is clearly indicated by those numbers, I'm venturing into uncharted territory. I'm about to be raising three teenagers.
So far Bug hasn't given me too much drama. Sure, there have been a couple of girlfriends and getting him to do homework has been a nightmare - but Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13166875964870812562noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988542654099633485.post-15568168001979854962014-12-16T11:27:00.000-05:002014-12-16T11:27:12.967-05:00Top Ten Tuesday - I Can't Wait Til After ChristmasSo maybe Top Ten Tuesday is the ONLY thing I can manage to keep up with. I've started a few blog posts this week but nothing stuck. Ah, well. On to the list!
Top Ten Reasons I Can't Wait For December 26th
1. Christmas Music - It starts way too early nowadays. Remember when stores used to wait until after Thanksgiving to assault you with constant renditions of "Grandma Got Run-over Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13166875964870812562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988542654099633485.post-16816838619895060152014-12-10T14:42:00.001-05:002014-12-11T08:31:19.753-05:00Top Ten Tuesday - Things no one tells you when you have more than one kid
Top Ten Tuesday was yesterday but I was distracted and forgot to post it. I hope y'all will forgive me. Today I give you a good one, too.
The Top Ten Things No One Tells You When You Become a Mom to More Than One Child:
1. You will cook. All day long. These people never stop
wanting to eat. With that cooking comes cleaning up the mess you made cooking.
Your kids will want more than Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13166875964870812562noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988542654099633485.post-42716578105906073192014-12-03T09:23:00.000-05:002014-12-03T09:23:00.281-05:00Carnivores don't like vegetarian chiliSo I promised to update as to how Meatless Monday went.
You would have thought I was feeding them gruel. Maybe gruel would have actually gone over better.
I made a delicious vegetarian chili. I didn't really follow a recipe - I added garbanzo beans, a couple of different kinds of pinto beans, black beans, diced tomatoes, a can of corn, and a whole bunch of seasoning. And I made delicious Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13166875964870812562noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988542654099633485.post-21181733018862529522014-12-02T09:00:00.000-05:002014-12-02T09:00:01.007-05:00Top Ten Tuesday - Beverly Goldberg's Top Ten QuotesDo you watch The Goldbergs? Do you??
Seriously, The Goldbergs is quite possibly my favorite show on TV right now. Well, maybe that's Parenthood, actually. But Parenthood is ending in just a few weeks (and I'm so freaking sad about it you.don't.even.know) so The Goldbergs is kinda winning the edge there.
The show comes from the perspective of Adam Goldberg, Murray and Beverly Goldberg's youngestAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13166875964870812562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988542654099633485.post-90715590689464771032014-12-01T14:15:00.001-05:002014-12-01T14:15:18.446-05:00Meatless Monday in the Spaz HouseWe had a lovely Thanksgiving in North Carolina with my family. It's a bit of an annual tradition to head up to my mom and dad's second home in the Great Smoky Mountains. All three of the Bs head up there with our families and pile into the house to eat and laugh and drink and eat and cook and bake and eat.
There is a lot of eating. My brother-in-law is an amazing cook. I've actually never eaten Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13166875964870812562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988542654099633485.post-16888844697550054032014-11-25T09:00:00.000-05:002014-11-25T09:00:08.047-05:00Top Ten Tuesday - Ten Things I'm Thankful For (that's a lot of t's)In honor of Thanksgiving, I'd like to make a list of the top ten things I'm thankful for. And since it's Tuesday and I'm a big fan of alliteration, I'm going to call this Top Ten Tuesday.
**Disclaimer - obviously the top things I'm thankful for are my family, our friends, our health, and the love we all share - this blog is lighthearted and fun and those things are not.**
1. The fact that my Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13166875964870812562noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988542654099633485.post-21514450372367958572014-11-21T10:15:00.000-05:002014-11-21T10:15:00.244-05:00My amazing, hormonal, genuinely out of her mind daughterMunchkin turned 13 this year. She's truly one of my favorite people in the world. I mean, all my kids are my favorite people in the world, but Munchkin and I have a connection that is very different than the connection I have with my boys. There's something about a mother and her daughter.
That being said, she's turning into a very difficult person to live with. She's diving hormone clouded, Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13166875964870812562noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988542654099633485.post-22319634969484848312014-11-19T09:17:00.000-05:002014-11-19T09:17:00.576-05:00I sure hope he'd charge a lot more than a nickel. So yesterday while driving home in Betsy (Betsy is my minivan), Goober said "Mommy, don't be mad if you get a call from school tomorrow."
Um, what? What could I possibly be mad at, my perfect, perfect little delicious boy? (It's here that I am channeling my inner Beverly.)
"Well, yesterday on the bus I said something and Ricky said he was going to get me in trouble for it."
What could my Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13166875964870812562noreply@blogger.com0