Praise the Lord, We Are Boycotting McDonald's

Before boring you with a laundry list of random facts, I would like to send out a special 'thank you' to Don Wildman of the American Family Association for giving me a valid reason to stay away from McDonald's. My children, like most others, would rather eat a Happy Meal than breathe clean air. Unfortunately, there is a McDonald's located about a mile from our house. The most unfortunate thing of all is that the employees of our McDonald's do not know what the term 'fast' food means. Of course, I realize that the employees are mostly minimum wage, high schoolers who do not enjoy the flipping of burgers, but it is not unusual to sit in that drive-thru for 20 minutes or more at this particular establishment. If you go inside, it takes even longer.

So, while paying for almost $4 a piece for Happy Meals, we also pay for 3 gallons of gas that we burn while waiting for them to give us the wrong order. If you look at things in that light, a trip to McDonald's can easily cost us $40. So, thank you to the AFA for helping me steer clear of the money pit that is McD's. Oh, and lest you think I am simply boycotting for the sake of boycotting (or for the sake of not having to eat another ranch crispy chicken wrap), I completely agree that McDonald's should not market to or support the homosexual agenda/organizations. Did you know that McDonald's sponsored last year's gay pride parade? (Isn't "gay pride" kind of an oxymoron anyway?) If you will remember, the AFA asked us to boycott Ford Motor Company a few years ago and Ford sales dropped 20% shortly thereafter. Ford finally agreed to the demands set by the AFA and stopped sponsoring gay pride events and also stopped their homosexual focused advertising. The AFA is proof that when Christian people stand together for what is right, we can change things.

And now the randomness........for those of you who are not interested in my random thoughts, now would be the time to click the little left facing arrow in the upper left hand corner of your screen. For those of you who are interested in my random thoughts (mom,dad), I am sorry that you have nothing better to do.....;-) Just kidding - kinda.

Last week satan tempted me (he always shows up in the candy aisle of the Wal-Mart) and I fell. I purchased a large bag of peanut M&M's and ate the whole thing by myself (with the exception of three that I let Kaden have only because he caught me eating them - I know I have a problem). The bag said the M&M's weighed 28 oz. My scale says I have gained 3 lbs. What is up with that? Dern the devil - don't be deceived, he really is here to kill, steal, and destroy.

My dad was here visiting from Woodstock, GA this past weekend and I did absolutely nothing while he was here. Why did you leave me, daddy? Why? Now I am doing laundry and cooking dinner and picking out paint.....please come back.

So, since we are going to Disney in a couple of weeks, I have been doing some shopping. Why? Because I had no shorts. None. Zilch. Zip. Nada. All my shorts are either too small for my ever expanding rear end or they have holes in them and stains on them from doing man's work at our new house. Come to think of it, all my shorts are socially unacceptable. I cant go to Disney in too-tight shorts or looking like a construction worker.

I went to Kohl's yesterday to buy some shorts, etc for me and the boys. (I heart Kohl's 4-evr). I went by myself which means I spent hours looking. My sister says I have to touch everything in the store, but that isn't true, because I didn't even visit the housewares or the men's section. Anyway, most of the clothes I liked were made by Vera Wang. I'll tell ya, that Vera Wang sure is proud of her stuff. Is she kidding about $65 for a shirt? It's Kohl's for goodness sake, not Saks Fifth Avenue.

In other fashion news, you will all be excited to hear that I have received several fall catalogs and the fall fashions, like the spring and summer fashions, are still inspired by the designers from Motherhood Maternity and A Pea in the Pod. What is up with everyone wearing maternity clothes? I, myself, have had to resort to wearing maternity inspired tops because that is all that is available in stores right now. I am the person who could not wait to get out of maternity clothes and back into my regular clothes (although sadly, I did HAVE to wait for a long time, but that's another story of edema and weight gain that is not pretty and should not be shared in mixed company).

Night before last, I dreamed that I got married on my middle school softball field while wearing a red vest and tight jeans with diamond studs on the seams. People watched the wedding while sitting in the old-timey lawn chairs they had brought. I think I will skip the pizza before bed from now on.

Last night, I dreamed that I was pregnant with my third child and everyone was mad at me for 'getting myself into such a mess'. For those of you who were thinking about eating a Hershey bar before going to sleep---don't.

After church on Sunday, we ate here and then we went shoe shopping. I have worn my good tennis shoes, which are my only tennis shoes, to work in the mud at the new house and I now consider them to be socially unacceptable, much like my shorts. In other words, mama needs some new shoes. Anyway, I tried on a pair of black heels and when I turned to show them to hubs he said, "They're all right, but they accentuate the crookedness of your toes".

Remember last week when the insurance company sent a lady (who was hopefully a nurse of some kind) to take blood out of my body? I told you that she weighed me (her scales lie, by the way). She also measured my height. I have always been 5 ft 2 1/2 inches. I have been that height since high school. This lady measured me and said I am only 5ft 2 in. Where did that 1/2 inch go? Dern that early onset osteoporosis!

While trying on shorts yesterday, I noticed that shorts come in 2 lengths. #1 "Way Too Short I am 35 trying to look like I am 18" length AND #2 "Bermuda Way Too Long - I have completely given up" length. Being 5ft 2in means that I cannot wear Bermudas, because they look like capri pants on me and I cannot wear the short shorts, because, well, no one wants to see me in those. So, I can either look like Daisy Duke the latter years or like Bea Arthur of the Golden Girls.

Picking out paint colors might very well be the death of me. It is almost painful for me. I have come to the realization that I could really mess this house up. The wrong paint colors can make an otherwise beautiful home look like an episode of Trading Spaces gone wrong.

My four year old's favorite word is "armpit". He says it all the time and then laughs uncontrollably.

I have heard many reviews of a book called "The Shack". Some good, some bad..........I was a bit confused until I read this.


Okay, I guess that is just about enough randomness for one day. I am a little behind on my blogging/blog reading.....things are just really busy for me right now. Hopefully, I will catch up on all your blogs sometime today - hope all you 'internets' have a great day!