Not Me Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

We are not on vacation this week, after pretty much being on vacation last week with the ice storm.

I am not going to be 32 on Wednesday. I am not getting old.

Wayne will not be 33 on Wednesday. He's not getting old either.

My sister did not send me a Groundhog Day Hallmark e-card today.

And she did not sign it "Love, Punxsitawny Angela." I did not laugh my butt off.

I did not convince my sister to join Facebook after having to be coerced myself for several months by my friend, Christy before I finally joined. I did not only join because she said that's what she wanted for her birthday gift.

I have not had a huge zit in between my eyebrows for the last couple of days. I have not referred to it as my "unicorn horn" or my "third eye."

I did not "forget" to watch the Super Bowl. I was not out shopping in Fayetteville with my Mom when it started and I did not come straight home and make football-shaped cookies before putting Mason to bed.

I did not think that Mason would go straight to sleep after eating chocolate-frosted sugar cookies.

The football-shaped cookies did not turn out completely deformed and look like semi-football- shaped blobs. I did not continue to frost them as if they were perfectly shaped like footballs.

Mason did not have a complete 2-year old attitude problem all day today. I did not almost loose it on several occasions.

After telling Mason that he needed to listen to me and that I was sick of sounding like a broken record, he did not say, "a broken cracker?"

I did not want to laugh. I would not think a 2 year old would understand a metaphor. (or a simile)

Wayne did not buy over $100 of discount-priced tools today. When I took a picture of them laid out on the floor he did not say, "You're not blogging this."

I did not get the last laugh.

Not Me Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

It does not totally erk me that the city gives you a HUGE plastic trash can to sit on the curb and a TEENY TINY LITTLE recycle bin! Our recycle bin is not overflowing every single week and I would not put even more things out be recycled if I had more room each week.

My son, Mason is not still obsessed with vacuum cleaners. He does not vacuum with his toy vacuum, as well as the real vacuums at our house and my parents' any chance he gets.

We have not been letting Mason ride his trike in the kitchen because we feel bad that it's too cold to let him go outside. I mean, it clearly is not an outside toy.

Mason did not go poopy in his big boy underwear yesterday then ask for a cookie, as if he'd done something good. He clearly did not misunderstand me when I told him that he could have a cookie if he poopied on the potty.

Mason did not draw with pen on a check that Wayne left out on the desk that needs to be deposited.

I am not really peeved at Snapfish.com right now. I do not have 364 (literally!) photos stuck in my cart that thier website will not let me order, dating back to October. Their IT dept. has not been completely worthless at helping solve the problem and they did not act like I'm an idiot who doesn't know how to operate a computer.

I am not considering switching online photo developers after using Snapfish for 3 years without a glitch.

Mason does not plan to have a Spongebob birthday party this summer and other parents do not cringe when I tell them this. I do not think Spongebob is not age-appropriate for a 2 1/2 year old.

I do not need to get off this computer and do laundry and play with Mason.

"Not Me" Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.


I was not a total witch this week and I am not blaming it on PMS.

I am not currently experiencing my third headache in the last three days and I would never be irritated at the fact that Mason refuses to take a nap.

The remains of the whole chicken I cooked last week is not still sitting in my fridge waiting for trash day. That would be disgusting.

I have not periodically started biting my nails after 2 1/2 years of non-nibbling because that would just be stupid.

I did not think I could fit Mason's stroller down the aisles of a flea market today so I would never have circled the perimeter, bought 2 small items and then left. I do not think the owners thought I was a shoplifter.

No, Not Me...

I did not wait until 10:05 pm to create a "Not Me! Monday" post. That would be too late & I would've just said forget it until next week.

I did not almost gag tonight as I prepared a whole chicken. If I got a free whole chicken at work, I would not have acted like I make them all the time. I did not make a terrible face and wish I were a vegetarian as I stuck my hand INSIDE the carcass to pull out the neck and giblets. I did not almost gag again as I saw some of the neck still on the bird and I would NEVER have tried to rip that piece off, forgetting that it was connected by bone.

We did not actually really enjoy the roasted chicken for dinner with baked potatoes.

I would not complain about having to go to work tomorrow when I only work three days a week at a job I like.

This is not my third post today.

I do not have a huge headache and do not wish I were in bed.

"Not Me" Monday

I've been reading posts from other people's "Not Me!" Mondays and I've wanted to give it a try. They are usually pretty funny, but maybe that's because it's easier to laugh at someone else's expense. Oh well, here it goes...

• My car did not automatically lock all four doors and set the alarm completely by itself while I was buckling Mason in his carseat last night when leaving my parent's house. I did not think I heard something that sounded like my car doors locking but went about my business and closed the car door (not me), only to find out that all the doors were locked and Mason was inside. I did not have to call Wayne to drive over and unlock my car. I was not freezing my butt off standing outside waiting for Wayne while talking to Mason, who was not locked in the car all by himself. Wayne was not aggrevated at all by having to drive over to unlock my car.




• Mason did not say "Mommy's a witch" when looking at this picture of me. I did not explain to him that although the hat was pointy, it was for New Year's Eve.









I did not just get my Christmas tree and decorations taken down on Saturday. They are not still piled up in the kitchen waiting to be shoved back up into the attic. That would not drive me crazy.




I did not set out to buy new clothes with some Christmas money this weekend and leave the store only with two purses and a pair of sunglasses. No, not me!