Yes, that’s right. A solitary evening last week I was nestled in my bed, listening to the rain pound against the panes of my skylights while reading when I heard something that resembled a tornado. Okay, so I have never survived a close encounter with a tornado, but I’ve watched enough of those storm chaser specials on the Weather Channel to know what a tornado supposedly sounds like. And it sounded like what I heard. And felt. a little rumbling on the ground, screeching, almost a groan like a train….

I dashed out of bed, ready to grab my kids —oh yes, and my 72 hour kits that are complete and ready to go…riiiiight— and hide out in the laundry room . I peered through the blinds to find a white van crunched into my lilac trees in my front yard.

I was too chicken to go outside to check out the situation (hubby was out of town) until the cops arrived. Apparently the driver of the van fled the scene and left me a fine yard ornament. GRRRR! Oh, and did I mention he ran over my recycling bin, too?

The nerve.

It gets better. Meaning my week. Allow me to rephrase my response of What must Go:

ALL DRAMA THAT OCCURS (conveniently while the hubby is away):

#1: The drive home from the airport in rush-hour traffic. In a thunderstorm. With 2 cranky kids.

#2: Locking keys in car at pool. Waiting 34 minutes for police woman to tell me it’s impossible to get in my car. Walking home 2 miles home with two kids in tow. Calling emergency roadside. Locksmith opening car in 0.3 seconds flat. Whatever policewoman.

#3: The previously mentioned crazy man ramming his van into my front yard ruining my lilac trees (and recycling bin)

#4: Leaving the house in plenty of time to arrive at church on time. Arriving late. Dang train.

#5: Phone call from woman in the ward having a nervous breakdown and borderline suicidal. That was just terribly sad. Nothing funny about that.

#6: Waking up at 3 in the morning to my 4 year-old poking my face whispering he had an accident like his little sister. Translation: poop. All down the legs. Ew. Ew. Ew.

#7: Dear friends of ours announcing they are moving away in 2 weeks. Far, far away.

Yes, all of these things must go. Like, YESTERDAY!

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I let him in, then thought he was probably there to rape and murder me but didn’t b/c I had a baby in my arms and a toddler running around talking who would tell on him. I think I would have called THEM if there was a problem. Why the suprize visit? Why did he come, and why didn’t he at least call to tell me that he would be there some time between 8am and 7pm like usual?

I got a lecture from my husband about letting a stranger in my house. I called to complain and since I didn’t have my account number handy, they asked me to verify my phone #. So they have it, but don’t use it. The cable company system has GOT to go.

So- my thing that must go- shower curtain hooks! You know, not the rings but the hooks that are open in the back. My mom has them on her guest shower and we stayed there for 2 weeks. I just about went crazy re-hanging the shower curtain every time I bathed my 3 year old or got in the shower. If you moved the curtain the hooks fell off. It was not fun.

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My thing that must go this week? Women who blame situations on their husbands when they could actually take care of the sproblem. Someone I know told me she didn’t go to church because her husband “wouldn’t man up” and take their family. Grr. I wanted to say, but was too polite ( & scared of hurting her feelings), to say why didn’t you man up and take the family to church yourself. I know it isn’t easy to wrangle 4 kids, but you do it a good portion of the time anyway… Yeah, women need to buck up and just do it sometimes, and not wait for their husband to hold their hand.
Another thing that must go, why do I feel this need to not say something to avoid hurting someone’s feelings when it is something that really needs to be said. Oh well. Live and learn I guess.

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Even though I’m annoyed at having to keep my receipt out and get it checked at the exit, I can vaguely see the point.

The thing that MUST go is the receipt-checker insisting on drawing one smiley face on the back for each of my children. And even though I’m talking to my child about what a big hurry we’re in she pulls him into a conversation and then hands HIM the receipt. Because I let my 3 year old do the books and totally trust him to keep track of that thing.

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Anyway, if I’m going to play here, I must play right so my things that must go is the superstores that have 28 registers but only open 2 for serving scores of customers. By relying on those self serve options that don’t really serve, once again customer service has become its own dirty word. I long for the days of personal attention in stores and am considering not patronizing anymore of these superstores, which are not so super.

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I promise not to do that when American Idol is back on!!

Another thing that must go: High School Musical. I don’t have preteens, thank god! But I am so sick of all the merchandise everywhere. It’s a bit much.

And I love LL Bean totes. I gave one to my mom for Christmas last year and she uses it all the time.

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This week while my family has been sick and we’ve been lying around like dead dogs, I taught myself to crochet.

You see, we have these onesies. They are good quality onesies, but they were a gift (without a gift receipt) and I just can’t let my daughter where a onesie that has “spoiled” written on it. Or “grandma magnet” or “Princess” or “2004″ for that matter (kind of makes you think this gift was second-hand, doesn’t it?).

Last time I checked, “spoiled” wasn’t something I’d want to brag about, but there it is on that onesie. I just don’t know why we want our children to look like brats.

Anyway, now I have little crocheted flowers that will be sewn over the words. We’ll get use out of the onesies and I got to use up some spare yarn. And my daughter will actually look cute instead of displaying an attitude.

But yes, bratty children’s clothing. It’s got to go.

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Another thing that needs to go are television talk shows like The View where publicists have written the entire script. Yes, the show is live, but the four ladies have become puppets to the producers and when the producers think the shows ratings need a boost they throw in controversial topics such as white and black relations. This week, one of the shows hosts was crying over it (see video here: http://www.rightpundits.com/?p=1745). People love to see that girl cry so the producers let Whoopie lead the topic.

But the real truth is that the script was written by producers just looking to increase ratings. And those fake “live” conversations need to go.

And another thing – would you be doing this to me if I WASN’T a stay at home mom? If I had to be at a full time job would you be yankin’ me around? I don’t think so. So get your butt over here and install my tile back splash!! So I can take pictures of it and blog about it. Gosh!

And if that isn’t enough – I’m really upset that all the “cool kids” got to go to Blogher and reminiscent of high school I’m left at home wondering what all the champagne and high heels were for and about. *sigh* I’m going next year – I don’t care where it is – and I’m dragging the whole family with me!! (please don’t remind me of this post next year when I realize once again that I don’t have the money to go and I’d rather spend those funds on new wood floors to match my new counter tops and back splash that I installed this year).

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My addiction to bags (pick me, pick me).

But seriously?

Gas prices…

Must go…

DOWN.

I write this because the other day at work someone requested I take my hand-made Go Celtics!! poster down off my cubicle wall. They told me it was so last month (or maybe even last, last month). I told them I needed to replace it with something (cheerleader that I am, I have to be cheering something).

I came up with this:

Go (down) Gas Prices!!

Another thing that must go:

Gas stations that lure you in w/ slightly lower prices (more along the lines of a home equity line instead of a second mortgage in order to fill up) only to have a higher price at the pump. The lower prices have small print under them indicating “cash price.” I cry foul!

Finally, this also must go: Oil rose $4 a barrel and gas went up some 15 cents. Then in two short days oil fell a total of $10 a barrel and gas hasn’t dropped a penny. I cry foul!

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