Joy's Fun Stuff

Yesterday I got my oil changed, which is not really noteworthy or anything. But Matt kept the kids and I had a whole hour and a half to my lonesome, and THAT was exciting. Being the wild woman I am, I seized the day and walked a block to the Dollar Tree. Carpe diem, baby. Couple Points here: 1) If you're interested in reviewing my somewhat creepy fascination with this store, Part 1 is here. 2) The Dollar Tree is NOT sponsoring this post. I'm not cool enough for that reality.

I am kind of a kid's craft supply hoarder, full disclosure. I see googly eyes and alphabet beads and I cannot restrain myself. It's kind of a problem. The nearest Dollar Tree isn’t really close and my local Target has the worst dollar spot I've ever seen. It's like 3 shelves. Horrible. So since we've lived here, I've been really missing my cheap craft fix. I made a little trek to our closest Dollar Tree this week and felt like singing that old song, "Reunited and it feels so

We do Saturday chores around these parts. Note I said "Saturday chores," not "Saturday MORNING chores." Chores have been known to take a large portion of our Saturday. Not that the chores themselves are so long or difficult or time consuming. Mostly, it's the idea of doing chores that makes them take so dang long. We've been known to take quite some time to get started. And then we've been known to get "distracted." We've been plugging away with chores, week after week after

I'm pretty sure when you have a child, they should come with a remote. Think how sweet that would be: you could pause, rewind, and (being real here) fast forward. It would be amazing. First laugh? Relive 212 times. Major diaper blow out at Costco? Fast forward so fast. At around 5 every night, the button I'm praying for is the mute button. My ears just get so dang tired. Everyone's hangry and it leads to arguing and disagreements and people just not being kind. But I stumbled

Back in the day I was sitting in one of my college education classes when I noticed the teacher subtly slipping a couple of my classmates cards. She would occasionally write notes to members of the class, expressing her gratitude for who knows what. I certainly don't because I was never a recipient of one of her cards. Probably because she wasn't writing cards to thank people for turning in term papers a day late. Whatever. But the idea is brilliant and one that I used occasi

We might possibly have a Book Problem. I really, truly cannot help myself around children's books- if they're cheap, I must buy them. I even had a collection going before I had kids. While I was in college. We've bought them used from garage sales and Goodwill and Thriftbooks.com. I've gotten them new on clearance from Barnes and Noble. I was feeling pretty good about finding some $3-$4 ones on Amazon. Recently I've become a Scholastic Book Club junkie- those are the book ord