So we got a Meijer.

Big news in the big city to the north of me.... and by big city, I mean the city that I lived in up until about a year ago. The big city in total is just shy of 32,000 people... not huge. So, obviously getting a Meijer was trending like a mofo for about two weeks straight on my FB feed. 

I didn't go to the opening. 

I didn't go the first week.

I was excited because the populous was excited.... and they carry my favorite pair of jeans. But that was pretty much the extent of my excitement. 

So, I went. I went with the babies and my bestie. And it was fun, but then I left. And I reflected. I do that sometimes. 

And I've had a few days to really think about it. I hate change, small change, big change.... I had my Blackberry till they told me I couldn't anymore with my plan. And I cried about it.... I'm not kidding I CRIED about it, for a long while. I'll stick with something till it is not worth sticking with, because I hate change. 

[I'm just letting you know this, because that might be were all these feelings are coming from, and maybe I'll regret it in six months] 

But here is how I feel:

Bigger isn't always better-unless we're talking about pasta, movie theater popcorn, or good pizza. 

I have standards. [which seem to solely revolve around food....]

The Meijer is closer to me than Target... but guess what?? I have chosen Target every damn time since I went. It is HOME to my SOUL. It is where I feel peace. It is where I go to feel accepted. Target has loved me at my worst. Target has loved me when I didn't deserve love. Target pulses through my veins.... and I wouldn't have it any other way. 

I won't quit you.... Target.... and I know you won't quit me. 

So, I'm not impressed Meijer.... I'm NOT impressed. For now. Maybe forever. 

Knowledge. Dropped.

It Goes to 11.

God, I really want to lie to you right now. I want to tell you that I totally spaced sharing this post... that it was already written yesterday [on time]... I want to lie to you, but I can't. I won't. You DESERVE the truth. 

Yesterday was a monster day, I just was miserable with allergies-they really have gotten me shookith and all I want to do is claw my eyes out all day. 

AND today, today I actually had half the day with just my Mini and it was AWESOME. Even though we spent most of it grocery shopping, which I loath. It was SO nice to not have to break up a sibling fight almost all day. And honestly, it was such a good day that I wasn't sure this blog was even going to go up today.... but then little man came home, the TODDLER entered the front door. And he was demanding that I remove the chocolate from his lactose free milk that he had just ask me to put in.... and he was trying to steal his sisters jewelry box.... and just like that-I was back in mommy reality. Which I love more than anything, but it is real life... and real life is not perfect.

I had to make a final stop before settling in for the night, and on the way the kiddos requested music. I knew just what to do... since the Toddler had not slept-and was a bit of a sass- I knew I could get away with playing his night, night music and let him pass out a little bit early. So, in true Toddler form, I played his never fail play list of songs. I found out at a young age, the only type of music that would soothe him in the car was rap.... and over the years that fact has NEVER changed. 

DRAM-Broccoli, Amine-Caroline, and Kyle-iSpy..... does. the. trick.

Youtube them... if you want.... I LITERALLY give zero craps if you judge me. It's just music, which is art, which I support because I'm not a soulless demon.  [Are you??]

My dad used to quote a saying that I live my life the exact opposite to, because it always PISSED me off so much as a child and now even more so as an adult. Because he was wrong in my opinion and the quote was the antithesis of how I am raising my children: 

"If you're too open minded your brain will fall out."

Like, EW, just typing it made me feel gross. LIKE EW. Wtf is that telling our kids, wtf did it tell us as kids. I know it messed with my brother his entire life until he passed. AKA, DON'T accept anything unless your parents tell you too..... yeah no, I'm going to have to pass on that. 

Do you feel gross? I feel gross. pauses to take a shower, hug my babies, tells them they can do anything, tells myself loving things, comes back to computer.

The Toddler fell asleep midway through the second song, and is still out. I know what I'm doing.... half the time.... ok 10% of the time... with advice and love and forgiveness.

But it worked. And I'm grateful.

So, this sure is a rambling blog... and I am fine with it. Moral of the story, don't be an ass. Be open. Raise open minded kids. Be loving. Love with an open mind and an open heart, I promise it's worth it. 

Rant over. is it really ever over with me? that is a solid NOPE, but for today, you are relieved of your duty.

So, as I sit here.... I am wondering. How do you guys feel about a live video this Sunday? A get ready with me video maybe? I don't know... I'm just spit balling over here. We will see. 

Maybe that is a next week thing.....

I'm so rude.

2013

I'm not Catholic, nor will I ever try to be, but I have been to mass and something has always stuck with me from those times. It is what they say..... specifically, 'peace be with you.'

How many times do we say that in our day, our week, or even our month? Do we wish peace for people? Do we even think to do so? 

I don't do resolutions, I do life changes. But this year, even if I do not verbalize it, I want to wish peace for people that I care about, that I meet, and that are still very much strangers to me. There is something so powerful about saying to someone, 'peace be with you,' that no matter who they are or what they have done, in spite of all of that, you want them to have peace. So today, I say, peace be with you and have a wonderful 2013! 

Our words.Their thoughts.

Our children know us. They know the real us. That person who wakes up with a half pony tail, 'man pants', and your stained, worn favorite comfy holey all -time most broken in shirt ever.That is the person they know when they think of their parents. The words and thoughts that come from you when you are in the comfort of your own home is forever in their heads, it is what shapes them, and when you are not around that is what they remember most about you. Your everyday, at home you.

Who are you when the most important ears are listening and the most important eyes are watching?

Be their inspiration.