Wal-Mart and being God's Favorite Child...

I'm one of those weird people who love to grocery shop, I mean it's a shopping spree every single week with $100 limit!! But today, I kinda went over my limit. I got...

1. Matthew a fish. It's a beta and Matthew wants to call him Fish but it comes out as Bish, so I think we ought to call him Bish.

2. The good dogfood for my dog that's a little bit more expensive but that he'll actually eat. I swear, I seriously worry about my dog when he doesn't eat. Oh and cat toys for Jinx.

3. Cake mix, frosting and.....Spiderman cupcake liner things. I want to get them made before Morgan gets home because he will be so excited.

It's just these little things that I get excited about because I get to do them because I'm the mom, you know?



Who am I?

I'm a child of God. That is what my life is based on. I try really hard to always see the good in people. I try to be positive and uplifting. My mother in law once said that if it won't build someone up, don't say it. That doesn't mean to constantly blow smoke up their backside either. I can try to build someone up by telling them that the way they do things could use a little help. I just do it nicely.

Remember that "Friends" episode where everyone was calling Rachel a doormat because she would do things to make her friends happy? Well, that irritates me because by their terms, I'm a doormat and according to a woman on SAHPs, she thinks I'm one too. But I don't see anything wrong in being tolerant or letting someone else's choice over rule mine. In my mind, it doesn't matter because I know who I am and I know that I'm more important than what's for dinner or whatever the choice was about.

I want to make people happy. I want to be known as that lady who is nice or will always help out or whatever. And that goes back to being a child of God. How can anyone be a doormat if they are God's favorite child? (That's another thing my mother in law says - she's God's favorite child, good thing He can have more than one!)