Sorry for the messed up paragraphs of the last post. I am still trying to figure out how this works.

The Day of Entertaning Shopping

Tuesday's are a great day. Izzi goes to a 2 hour play group Tuesday mornings giving Max and I time to do a little shopping. Well this past Tuesday we needed to do some grocery shopping. There is this store out here called Aldi. People have told me that it is a great, very inexpensive place to shop. So we thought we would give it a try. We walk into the store and try to get a shopping cart out. For the life of me they would not budge. They were all chained together, I tried twisting the chain, pulling, breaking. Nothing was working. So I asked someone how they worked. I had to put a freaking quarter in the shopping cart for it to release itself from all the others. What kind of ghetto place was I shopping in. Making you pay for your own shopping cart. I do have to say, once you returned the cart, it gave you back your quarter.

Second funny thing about Aldi is that they do not have bags. It's not even like Costco where they will give you a box. The cashier person, literally just throws, not gently mind you, all your tiny little items back into your cart. So by the time you get home all of your tiny little items are now all over your car. It was pretty awesome. They did have some great prices though.

The second place we had to stop was Dollar Tree. I am in need of about 8 pairs of little girl butterfly wings. We pull up and there are about 6 old people sitting right in front of the doors in their wheelchairs. These are not your nice old people either. These are the ones that are mad at their kids because they stuck them in an old folks home that takes them to the Dollar Tree to do their shopping. So needless to say, they wouldn't move from the doors. No need to say excuse me either, because they cant hear. So there they stayed, making people dodge

in and out out them to get inside. They were still there when I left, so I decided I better get a picture of them. The sad part is right when I pulled out my camera their bus pulled up to take them all back to Aurora Manor. Of course then they all moved out of the way.

Invisible Poisonous Gas

Ok, so I forgot the worst of all of it yesterday. This is more scary than funny I guess. Usually our mail comes at like 9 in the morning. I love it. Yesterday I had checked the mail early and it hadn't come yet, no big deal. Later on that day my neighbor was telling me what an awful, horrible, no good, very bad day she had had. A couple of hours after that, I saw the post man come down the street and deliver our mail. I go outside in the bitter cold to get it and as I am walking in our house I can smell gas. I thought to myself I better go see if our neighbor is ok, after a day like she had it made me a little nervous she might be doing something (if you catch my drift). I walk into our house to put our mail on the counter and I thought oh great the gas is seeping through our walls it smelled so strong. Then I notice one of my burners is on high with no flame. I start freaking out. Opening up all the windows, turning on all the ceiling fans to high. Izzi confessed to doing it. I think it had been on for about 15 minutes at least. We had a discussion about invisible poisonous gas. So I am very grateful for a very late mail man yesterday, or I don't know if I ever would have smelled it without leaving the house and going outside for just that short amount of time.

I caught Max in his favorite place to sit again today. That kid is quick. He also has a new smile he debuted last night. This is a picture of that.

Funny Days

So today was one of those days. Not a bad day, more of a funny one. It all started this morning when Max dumped a bottle of baby shampoo out onto our bathroom floor. Then as I was doing something at our table downstairs, I turn around to see Izzi sliding down the banister in her Cinderella dress. I asked her what she was doing and she told me "don't worry about it Pops (Grandpa) told me how to do it." So after that she got an electric Thomas the train engine stuck in her hair. I mean stuck we thought we were going to have to cut it out. While we were trying to get her hair out of the train wheels I can hear Max in our bathroom, I go in to se what he is doing and he was just sitting in the sink thinking that it was the greatest place to sit ever. Needless to say I put them both in bed. More for their safety than anything, defiantly not for my sanity.