Sock Fonts

Carlos can attest to the fact that I've been fed up with sock fonts for quite sometime...even before we had any kids. Well as you can imagine now there are a lot of socks of different shapes, sizes, color, and yes, fonts, floating around my house. First of all, socks should only come in black, white, and brown, and no text is necessary. I'd like to thank Hanes for not only adding text to socks but also changing the font of the text every now and then to make my job of sock sorter even more difficult. I don't know if it is a marketing thing or what but I really don't remember the last time somebody looked at my socks and said..."Hey those are some sweet socks..are they Hanes?" I guess if it happened I could take my shoe off, show them the bottom of my foot and reply..."Why yes they are, thanks for asking!" I was able to get over the fact that I was walking around with useless writing on the bottom of my foot but when they started coming out with what is the equivalent to "Times New Roman Bold 12 socks" in my mind...now come on. Maybe I'll change my mind when they come out with Wingding socks or add clip art to them. Until then...back to sock sorting.

Special Agent Little Tykes

Home owners association...I think there are two words we really need to focus on here: HOME OWNER! I own the home so I think I should have final say on most things pertaining to my home. I'm ok with a handful of rules that keep the neighborhood pleasant like, make sure you don't have chickens or goats in the front yard, keep the lawn up so you don't have any gigantic weeds saying "Feed Me Seymor", and don't blast your 2 Pac album at 3am (Yes Carlos still has his). So crazy me thought, maybe next weekend we'll buy Madison and the girls a play set for the backyard. Whoa...wait a minute. It isn't that easy! We first are expected to go through a ridiculous approval process with our home owners association allowing us to put it up in our FENCED backyard. The process is this: fill out an application, send them a survey of the yard, a bill of materials for the playset, the dimensions of the playset, and the location on the survey of the backyard where it will be located. To make it even easier on us "home owners", they only do approvals twice a month. Yeah, well no. We aren't doing it. Remember I am the rebel who ate lunch meat throughout my pregnancies, probably while I was getting my hair highlighted, so these actions shouldn't come as a shock. The playset won't be bothering anybody and if it doesn't fit their precious requirements, if and when they see it, they can take it down. But not before they remove the 3 crying kids from it, prying their little fingers off of the swings. In fact I hope they come to talk to me about it. I would love to have a conversation with the "Playset Police" who I picture looking like the agents on The Matrix. It's almost worth the $75 to buy the aluminum kind that "tips" and just put it right in my front yard to lure the agents to my house. I'm eager to hear all about the training they've received to be able to make such crucial decisions on if a playset is fit enough for my subdivision.

I'm glad the twins don't cry that much anymore so we can't be found out. I didn't get approval for them either.

Baby Imposter

Apparently the YMCA has had a run in with a baby imposter that they haven't gone public with yet. I made my first trip back to the gym today with the babies (yes got EVERY stupid question/comment I complain about when it comes to twins). Now not only do they require the girls to have their own cards with the bar codes on them (One per family isn't enough apparently....now we have 5!) they also had to get their pictures taken...both of them. The VERY smart lady at the front desk didn't like the idea of me having Peyton pose for both pictures. I thought, who better than her identical twin sister to prevent me from having to wake up and unstrap Cameron for her picture? I have to admit, after she took Peyton's picture I was tempted to duck her down beneath the desk and pull her right back up as "Cameron." Would the smart lady really argue with me about identity of my own child? The answer is yes she would have. I was kind of in a hurry trying to get home to feed them but no, lets not underestimate the possibility and importance of a baby trying to sneak into the YMCA. I get it though...I really do understand the necessity of photographing a gym member whose physical appearance will change more this year than any other year of her life. I'm glad the YMCA apparently invested in age progression software that will automatically update the photo to make sure these meddling kids don't continue their attempt to take over the gym. I can't tell you how many times I've had to wait on a 3 month old to get off of the treadmill...they just have no consideration at that age.