So, after our second trip to Whole Foods, we loaded everything up in the van (borrowed from my FIL) and prepared to hit the road. I had my door partially open, rinsing out and filling up water bottles. I noticed that the people parked next to me were walking up to get into their vehicle, so I shut my door and turned to talk to Jim, waiting for them to leave so I could resume. That’s when the woman knocked on my window, pointed to me and then pointed to this big gash in the side of her vehicle. So I got out of the car to talk to her, dumping everything I had in my lap onto the floor of the van.

She started accusing me of making the big scrape on her vehicle, and I told her that I hadn’t even had my door open all the way. At that point Jim joined us on the other side of the van and she continued to accuse. “It’s obvious that you scraped my car with your door.” So I looked at our door, no signs of a scrape. We slowly opened up the door to meet her car, the door hit after the scrape. Jim tells her that it doesn’t line up, “Well it’s obvious to me that you did this.” she says. “My wife would have known if she hit your door that hard.” he tells her. I asked, “Where’s the black paint on my door?” (her car was black). “I don’t know, but it’s obvious that you did this.”

At that point she wasn’t willing to listen to reason. Jim tells her, “I don’t mean to be a jerk, but I disagree that we did this.” And she tells him, “Well if you had a conscience…” Jim leaned over and told me that we were going to leave. So I hopped in the car and he started to make his way back over to his side. She told him that he was being a bad example for his kids and that he had no conscience. That was when Jim got really mad, “Don’t call me a liar just because I don’t agree with you.” And he got in the car and we left.

I looked back at her car as we started to drive away, and I noticed that her daughter was rubbing the scrape. What I had previously thought to have been the white primer showing through underneath, was actually white transfer from whatever had actually caused the damage in the first place. The girl wiped it off. So, um yeah, lady, we were driving a gold van, not only was there no way our door could have caused the scrape because of the placement, but also, there was no way we could have deposited white paint on your car.

Jim drove away seething, I was unaffected. Probably because I was still high on my elation from spending the last 30 minutes in Whole Foods. :)

We got home yesterday from a trip over the mountains to visit Jim’s middle sister. It’s been a long time since we’ve had a good visit with her and we really enjoyed ourselves. She recently moved into a cute little town house, with a public pool across the street and a starbucks around the corner. (Let’s just say that the number of trips we made to said starbucks in the span of two days is so embarrassing that I refuse to post it.)

As we all know (probably more than we want to at this point!), I’ve been on my quest to find Sigg water bottles for the whole family (of course not finding the kid sizes here) and that brought us to Whole Foods. I’ve been told of the miracle that is Whole Foods, but being that good shopping refuses to come to this side of Colorado, I’ve never been. Until Monday, that is. Do you think I could just move in? I seriously told Jim that we should consider moving just to get to shop there.

The produce was the most beautiful I’ve ever seen, the meat! and the seafood! The rows and rows of Silk Milk for only $1.99! the bulk section! and the deli! I’m pretty sure I was having an orgasm. The trash bins are separated for recycling, the coffee was freshly roasted, they hesitated to hand out plastic bags…. I was trying to figure out how to do all the grocery shopping for the week and get it back home unspoiled.

On our way out of town, we stopped again to stock up on snacks and make our Sigg investments (holy crap those bottles are expensive!). We had yummy eggs and potatoes and breakfast burritos from the deli, and freshly roasted coffee from the coffee bar. Just seeing all those rows and rows of organic food made me giddy. I’m going to start preparing my plea to Whole Foods to come to our town…. right now I think.

(We’ll talk about what happened in the parking lot next time…)

(Honor, while we were driving by Best Buy.)

“A couple months ago, this used to be the toy store with real toys. But now it’s daddy’s toy store and it’s called Best Buy.”

“Did you just say ‘a couple months ago’?”

So where have I been that last week? No where really, just working and playing with the kids. We spent some time at the local lake, went to a movie at the new fancy theater and swam at the only outdoor public pool for this whole 100k people town (ridiculous really). Can you tell the weather has finally turned summer?

After attending a very loud performance at the battle of the bands that won Jim’s band a spot in the next round, I think I’ve been experiencing a bit of vertigo. Something about the sharp pain in my ear that night (that also stuck me outside for the rest of the night) has really messed up my equilibrium. I’m sporting bruises up and down my arms from bumping into things as evidence. As if I needed another factor to add to my clumsiness.

I finished my eyelet cardi, it’s a little big. I’ll overcome my laziness soon and post a pic. It’s wearable, but I like things to have a little less ease. It’s my fault for not looking at the finished measurements. I get frustrated with knitting that doesn’t fit, especially when I could have used common sense and knit the right size. BLAH…

I think I’m going to go have my third, 10 calorie popsicle for the day…

I just finished cutting Honor’s hair. It’s been long overdue, but I’ve been putting it off because it’s always such a traumatic experience. I tried a new technique today though. Bribery. I told him that if he didn’t throw a fit during his hair cut, that we’d go buy a transformer. Everything was going great when the clippers stopped working. I had Jim come take a look at them, he got them working and I proceeded to shave a huge spot out of the side of Honor’s head. OOOPS, I forgot to put the attachment back on the clippers.

Of course that couldn’t have felt good, so Honor started crying, I kept saying, “OH, NO!” (bad idea) and that was the end of the peaceful haircut. And now, the poor kid is sporting a very short cut. I feel like such a ding-dong.

Awhile back, American Greetings sent me a sample pack of their spring line of greeting cards to review. I was given a variety of Mothers Day cards, Birthday cards and just because cards.

Overall, I liked the cards, although I found a few of them to be a little too sappy for me. The graphics were modern and clean and there were also cards of varying sizes. (I always go for the odd sized cards.) My favorite card was one that says “You get me” on the front and in the inside it says, “…and it’s good to be gotten.”

I will/have used most of the cards. But my biggest complaint with these and all card companies is that during mothers/fathers days it’s difficult to find cards for parents who, say, aren’t your very best friends. There are a few people in our lives that we’d like to honor on their respective days, but don’t want to lie and say, “You’re the GREATEST parent ever!!!”. Something with a simple, “Happy Mothers/Fathers Day” would be great.

• Since the arrival of Blue Sky Alpacas at Tangle, I’ve been furiously knitting the eyelet cardigan. I’m sooo close to finishing it up, just some seaming and button bands to go! (Of course I chose chocolate brown for the color.)

• We started recycling last month. Our city’s recycling program (just $1.25/month) provides these ginormous reusable bags for sorting out the different items. After filling up one of those bags in less than a month with plastics, I started re-thinking our bottled water addiction. (Smart Water, how I’ll miss you!) Reading this article (via No Impact Man) set me over the top. But after taking one sip of our tap water, I knew I couldn’t go back. So, I tracked down the affordable delivery service that Jim uses at the office, set up a cooler rental and am now happy to announce that my plastic consumption is going to go WAY down, I’ll be saving money and I won’t be contributing to the ill effects of transporting water because it’s filtered here locally. Now I just think I need this fancy, metal water bottle to drink out of. hmmm….

• A few weeks ago, Jim competed in the local battle of the bands competition. His band won that night and also took the #1 ranking out of the 16 bands competing. Thursday night he goes onto round two, where, we’re thinking he (they) will win. I haven’t liked that all the practices have taken him away from us, but I do really love to watch him play. It reminds me of the first time my 15 year old self watched him play and vowed that I was going to marry him. (AWWWWW)

• I’ve been trying really hard to force myself to go to the gym three times a week. So far, pretty good – Fridays are the hardest times to go. But! I just bought some much needed shoes that have been helping to motivate me, literally. My very first check from my google ads arrived a few weeks ago (only took me 2 years to earn!) and I treated myself to some very cool Nike ipod shoes. I always swore that I would NEVER wear Nikes, but when they work with my ipod, keeping track of my pace, calories burned, distance and time, I couldn’t resist. Plus, these babies will ONLY be worn to workout. What can I say? I’m a sucker for anything apple, it came with the husband.

So lately I’ve been making this drink. It’s a tasty, fruity drink that goes down just a little too easily and it’s really caught on with my friends. After a silly case of misunderstanding, the drink was named “the girlfriend.” And lately I’ve been doling out a lot of girlfriends.

Here’s how to make one:

Take a glass, fill it with ice. Pour in a healthy shot of your favorite vodka. Add as many marachino cherries as you like with a tiny bit of the juice, squeeze in 1/4 lime, toss the lime in the glass. Pour over 7-up (or diet 7-up) to your liking, stir and enjoy your girlfriend!