5 Things That I'll Do, If I See You Do It First

I have never thought of myself as an outright follower. I have my own ideas! I say when wrong is wrong! The truth is, though, that I am more of a follower than I thought. The other day I started listing the things that I'll do if I see you do it. I'm okay with being a follower, though, if you are a follower like me. If you are a follower, then it's okay if I'm a follower, too. That's sort of how followers-who-don't-think-they're-followers cope with things, apparently. We're all upset until we realize we aren't the only ones who live this follower life.



So, here are the things that I'll totally do, if I see you do it.

#1 Get One More: This mostly applies to chips at a Mexican restaurant, but can also be seen with just about any appetizer at any restaurant that I've frequented. The chips overtake me, especially when there is queso involved. I'll be quite alright with my decision to quit stuffing my face ("No, no...hee, hee...I've had QUITE enoughdidyoujusttakeanotherchip?" *stuffs three more in her mouth*), unless I see you go for one more. I can actually do enough damage to the chip basket by myself, even if you never had one. I think there is something deep inside me that thinks if I don't finish off the chip shards at the bottom of the chip basket, I'll be doomed to eat nothing else forever. In general, though, if you get one more of something, I might get one more of something. Like a glass of wine. Hooooo, boy. Let's not even go there.

#2 Take Notes:The other day, I was in a class-like atmosphere. I realized when I started taking notes, girlfriend next to me started taking notes. You know she didn't think that was an important thing that was just said until I started moving my pen across the paper! I'm the same way, though. "Ohhhhhh, no, you aren't. You aren't the only one who just thought that was an important piece of information. Look at me! I'M WRITING, TOO! I'M TAKING NOTES, TOO!" I actually love taking notes. If I could go back to college or high school and just take notes, I so would.

(My husband is the exact opposite. If he doesn't want to take notes, THE BOY WON'T. I can be feverishly writing things down that we may have heard together during a sermon or a class of some sort and can be outright breaking a sweat over it and I'll look to my right to see no notes being taken whatsoever. I'll joke with him and ask him if he wants to borrow my pen to take notes. He knows I know that he wants no part of my pen. I sometimes just take notes because I want the teacher or leader to know that I'm listening and thinking that he or she is saying something important. My notes may just be "one two buckle my shoe", but I'm writing something down! I'm such a people pleaser. I need to get a grip. My husband is such a leader. He does what he wants to do and that's it. It's served him well in life to date, but, still, TAKE SOME NOTES, SON!)

#3 Move The Mouth:
This one is embarrassing. Although I have done this while someone is talking- my mouth moves when their mouth moves- it's really noticeable when I'm feeding food to a baby. As I approach their mouth with a spoon and his or her mouth opens, my dingdang mouth opens up, too. FOR THE LOVE. I'm not eating the food! Why am I opening my dingdang mouth? I consciously try to keep my  mouth in check when I'm feeding a baby in front of someone else, because, hello, weird. I don't feed food to babies too often anymore, but still. I'm a real Mouth Mover sometimes and I've got to quit that. (Sidenote: My 14-month-old nephew moves his little mouth as he concentrates on his shape sorter. It's the sweetest thing. It must run in the family.)

#4 Drive That Way:
Nothing more shameful than when you find yourself trying to get around an accident or construction or something and you find a stream of cars going in a certain direction, so you follow them...down a dead end road. All of you have to goooooo to the end, back up, tuuuurrrrrn around... You feel like waving down everyone you see going that direction to tell them to stop looking like an idiot ("BEEN THERE!"), but you have no clue if they live on that street or need to go that way or what. All you can think about is how stupid they look, but then you stop yourself because you were just there. "Look at all of those followers. The poor souls." You feel all high and mighty but that is only because not even 2 minutes before you were the one yelling out "OH, FOR GOODNESS SAKE, IT'S A DEAD END" as you slowly made your way out of the blasted cul-de-sac. I'm really bad about driving that way if you drive way in parking lots. If I'm not sure how to get out of a big parking lot, I'll follow you for so long, you'll be tempted to jump out with a can of mace.

#5 Sneeze: Did that girl just sneeze? Oh, no, ma'am, she's not the only one sneezing today. Look at this...look at this...watch this...I'm about to sneeze, too. Hold on...hold on a dang minute... It's coming! Iiiiiiit's coming. I LOST IT. I lost the sneeze. This is terrible. The letdown is too much. I was hoping to sneeze because she sneezed. I felt the urge. I was about to sneeze and then...nothing. Gone. Yeah, if you sneeze, I'll usually sneeze, but, if I lose the sneeze, well, it takes a while to get over. If you see this happen to me, give me some space.

There's my five.

I need to work on my  leadership skills and I know it.



Are you a follower like me? Do you have other things to add to this list? I do love hearing from you. Chime in, if you are feeling it, either by responding on my Facebook page via this link below or in the comment section below using your Facebook profile. If you aren't on Facebook (those people still exist!), hey, I'm always up for e-mail. :) kelleysbreakroom@gmail.com

Here's 5 things that, if you do, I'll totally do, too. I'm such a follower. (Don't you have ANYTHING to add to my list??)http://www.kelleysbreakroomblog.com/2016/01/5-things-that-if-you-do-ill-totally-do.html
Posted by Kelley's Breakroom on Sunday, January 10, 2016


My Dog's Favorite, Free and Very Strange "Toy"



Oh, I am just pathetic. The last blog post I wrote was the fast food guide (when ordering for a lot of people) and I wrote that in August 2015. I wrote another post since then, but it was about a wood watch that was sent to me, so that doesn't really count. I think I'm ready for this blogging thing again, but only different. I took off all of the ads. I took off a lot of the extras in the side bar. I don't do this for money. It's just hard to find time to do it. My life is probably a lot like yours, which means there is not a wholelotta (is too a word) time for fizzle fartin' around writing a blog post.

But, this is 2016.

It's a new year.

I only mention this because I want this new year to be different. I want to make more time for creativity. I have sort of lost myself in work and in the carting of children to school, to practices and to other activities. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else than present for my kids, of course, but I feel like I need to make more time for nonsense.

I need nonsense back into my life. I need the silliness. I need the lightheartedness.

I don't want to get into why my 2015 didn't contain a lot of the above because my year paled drastically in comparison to the year that others had in terms of profound sadness and despair. My eyes immediately sting with hot tears when I think of that. It always will. Forever.

I'm so very grateful for my faith in God. I know that many don't believe. I am not here to force you to believe anything that you don't want. I just know that my year would have swallowed me whole had it not been for Him catching me and helping me to see life from a different perspective.

So, I think I'll get back to this blogging thing, even if it is only once or twice a month. I want to get back to it the way that I started it. When I started writing it, I wrote it for fun. I wrote it for the handful of people that I knew read it from time to time. I didn't write it to catch Google's eye. Google can be quite the finicky friend. Google is half finicky friend and half Janet Jackson.

"What have you done for me lately? [Buh-dunna-dun-dun] OooooOOOOoooo, yeah!"

Such high expectations, that Google.

(But, seriously, if you are reading, Google, know that I would L-O-V-E to be on the creative team that decides how G-O-O-G-L-E will be dressed each day. So fun! Seriously, call me.)

This is the point where I should close this blog post off, but, you know, you came all the way over here to read this and all you've read was blah-blah-sentimental-blah-blah-seriousness. That is no good at all. So, can I tell you real quick-like about my dog? I'm going to take that blank stare as a big YES.

My dog turned a year old on December 6th. During her first year of life, we became pretty good friends. She is really tight with my two boys, though. They all have each other's backs. As much as we love and watch out for her, though, there is one thing she loves above all else.

It's not us.

It's not any toys that she has been given.

Nope, not food.

Not the lamp cord she severed in half.

Not water.

It's not even the paper towels she tries to eat when she happens to snag one.

Or other dogs that she meets at the park.

She does love her pink ball, but it's not even that. (The video of her playing fetch all by herself with it is right here. Super cute video, I must say.)

Nope, nope and nope.

Let me just say, when she first started playing with this in the yard, I had no clue what it was... I thought she was chasing around a mole that was underground. I changed my mind and later thought maybe there was a little mouse she was chasing around the yard, only the mouse was ALWAYS there and that was super gross. That wasn't likely. The next thing I thought about was that it could be water underground that she was hearing from the sprinkler system, or maybe even the pipes, and she was chasing the sound around the yard, only why would she be doing that when the sprinkler system wasn't on? Or water wasn't running in our house?

I was surprised when I found that her very most favorite thing in all of the world was this...



Yep. A rock.

She is absolutely, 100% MADLY IN LOVE with this rock. Only, it's just not this rock, but all the rocks like it. There are plenty to choose from in our backyard.



And also...



And that's just one side of the yard.

She would pack up her suitcase and leave us all for these rocks, if they ever decided to skip town.

When we get home from school in the afternoon, I will literally go outside, lounge back in a chair, take a 30 minute nap and let her play with her rock. If I gave her an hour, she'd play with it for an hour. She'd play with it for even longer. Sometimes she'll take a quick break to go to the bathroom, but, boy, does she keep that bathroom break to a minimum. She must get back to her rock tossing.

This is her in action with it.




She's almost scary with all of that mud around her face. She looks like she's from The Walking Dead. The Walking Dog. That'd be her show.

She sometimes tries to sneak one inside the house in her mouth, but we have to put our foot down somewhere. I won't enable her rock addiction to that degree. It is very much an addiction. She makes a frantic, delirious, joyful noise when she and the rock first come into contact in the afternoons. It's sort of the way I sound when I get some Chick-Fil-A nuggets and that most delicious Chick-Fil-A sauce. If you try to come between her and that rock, be ready to say goodbye to a few of your fingers. Again, sort of like me with those nuggets. Or a hot Shipley's glazed donut. DON'T EVEN.

So, that's it. That is her favorite toy and her very favorite thing in all the world.

Petco, call me. Maybe we can work something out.





(Pssst... Thanks for reading. I've missed you.)


The 5 Reasons I Love My Wood Watch (and a GIVEAWAY of 3 awesome JORD wood watch coupons!)

This post is identical to the one I put up less than a week ago, EXCEPT it now has the giveaway included. Please go to the Rafflecopter at the bottom for a chance to win one of 3 coupons.

That sounds so bossy, right? You can wear whatever watch you want. I just think you'll like this watch for several reasons. I'll tell you right from the outset, I was sent this wood watch to try out. JORD made it. We have been communicating about this watch for months now. Because I have lately been a ridiculous "blogger", I am just now getting around to getting my act together. I put blogger in quotes because I have only blogged 11 times since January 2015. I'm trying to get back around to being a once-a-week blogger AT LEAST, because I really do like writing here.


JORD was nice enough to give me several watch styles to choose from, despite my sorry blogging habits. Once I picked one, I then had to size my wrist with a measuring tape that you can print from their site. It wasn't long after that when I received my watch in the mail. I must not have sized my wrist right, though, because the watch didn't fit quite right. I will admit, however, that I didn't open the watch all the way. I had never seen a watch that clasped the way this one did. When the watch repair guy put in one more link, he showed me how it opened in two directions. I think he thought he was going to be all clever when he opened it up from both ways to show me that it did, actually, fit my wrist. It didn't, though, so I was happy that I went through the trouble to find the watch place.

Because, if I hadn't, I would've looked really air heady.

Speaking of places to get a watch sized, just find a "watch repair shop" before you go all over every place like I did. To be more specific, I went into Kohl's. They sell watches! You'd think they could put in an extra link into mine, even if I didn't buy it from there. BUT NOPE. They could at least sell me a watch fixer-upper tool. BUT NOPE. I'll tell you where you can put your Kohl's cash, Mrs. Kohl's Watch Area Employee.

Oh, she was nice about her unhelpful ways. Now, I feel bad...







This watch, though, this watch.

Okay, I will be honest with you. I wasn't sure I'd LOVE the wood watch. I thought that it was going to be cute enough, but maybe not my favorite watch. I have a lot of watches. I'm sort of an avid watch collector. Once a watch's battery breaks, I need a new watch. That's ridiculous, I know. I just hardly ever, ever change a battery in a watch. I think I'll change the battery in this wood watch when the time comes. For one thing, I've found a watch repair place, remember?

So, why should you wear it?

#1 It gets noticed. I'm sure you don't care about that sort of thing. I don't wake up wondering if people will comment about my watch, either. It's just that...they do. With this wood watch, they do. I hardly ever get comments about my watch so frequently and so often as I do when I am wearing this watch. People are fascinated by it and have called it "stylish", "modern", "cute" and lots of other great adjectives. This is the watch that I picked out below from the Fieldcrest series. It is more plain than the other choices I had, but I liked that about it. It seems to blend in with everything. It is simple and feels dressy when I'm dressed up and casual when I'm casual. It is a Maple watch but does not go well on pancakes.


The watch taken from the site:

 
The same watch taken on my iPhone:
 


#2 It is different. You don't already have a wood watch, right? It's kind of fun to wear something that is a little out of the ordinary. Several times people have said something like, "At first, I thought it was wood".  I usually give them about 10 seconds of silence before I belt out, "THAT'S BECAUSE IT IS WOOD! HAHAHA!!" The earlier it is, the louder I yell. This lovely, pretty, awesome one below (for $199) is wood and rose gold, so 'fess up on that one if you wear it and get asked. No one likes a liar.



#3 It is lightweight. I know most watches out there aren't pinning people down to the ground by their excessive weight. I realize people aren't bulking up because of their watches. "Is he on steroids or is his watch just, like, really heavy?" This watch is light, though, which makes me type faster. Pretty sure.

#4 It is reasonably priced. The watch I am wearing is $120. They do have even more expensive ones, of course. I really, really, really love this ebony and copper watch for $295. The rose gold one up there is $199. I still think that is reasonable for something so unique.


#5 It is made my artists and also, the whole sustainable thing. Artists! Fancy! "JORD was derived from a desire for timepieces that model our modern lifestyle. Sustainable, efficient, simple, and influenced by experiential living. JORD owners don't just have somewhere to be, they have somewhere to go." Ooooo. I like that.  Now read this one: "JORD is run by artists, designers, marketers, and minders. We spend our days creating, considering, arguing, and hopefully agreeing. Then we'll scrap it all for the joy of starting new. We have fun. This is our journey." I like it!

You want one now?

Even if you don't want one, are you thinking you'd like to give one? I am. The next person that wants a watch is getting one of these. Take note, family.

If you want to check out their many, many styles, go this way.

I am so excited to be partnering with JORD to give away three coupons for $25, $50 and $75 off an awesome watch. My watch was $120, so any of those coupons would bring it to under $100. I think that's a great deal! For your chance, enter using the Rafflecopter below.

Thanks for stopping by!



a Rafflecopter giveaway


The 5 Reasons You Should Wear a JORD Wood Watch (Giveaway coming soon!)

That sounds so bossy, right? You can wear whatever watch you want. I just think you'll like this watch for several reasons. I'll tell you right from the outset, I was sent this wood watch to try out. JORD made it. We have been communicating about this watch for months now. Because I have lately been a ridiculous "blogger", I am just now getting around to getting my act together. I put blogger in quotes because I have only blogged 11 times since January 2015. I'm trying to get back around to being a once-a-week blogger AT LEAST, because I really do like writing here.


JORD was nice enough to give me several watch styles to choose from, despite my sorry blogging habits. Once I picked one, I then had to size my wrist with a measuring tape that you can print from their site. It wasn't long after that when I received my watch in the mail. I must not have sized my wrist right, though, because the watch didn't fit quite right. I will admit, however, that I didn't open the watch all the way. I had never seen a watch that clasped the way this one did. When the watch repair guy put in one more link, he showed me how it opened in two directions. I think he thought he was going to be all clever when he opened it up from both ways to show me that it did, actually, fit my wrist. It didn't, though, so I was happy that I went through the trouble to find the watch place.

Because, if I hadn't, I would've looked really air heady.

Speaking of places to get a watch sized, just find a "watch repair shop" before you go all over every place like I did. To be more specific, I went into Kohl's. They sell watches! You'd think they could put in an extra link into mine, even if I didn't buy it from there. BUT NOPE. They could at least sell me a watch fixer-upper tool. BUT NOPE. I'll tell you where you can put your Kohl's cash, Mrs. Kohl's Watch Area Employee.

Oh, she was nice about her unhelpful ways. Now, I feel bad...







This watch, though, this watch.

Okay, I will be honest with you. I wasn't sure I'd LOVE the wood watch. I thought that it was going to be cute enough, but maybe not my favorite watch. I have a lot of watches. I'm sort of an avid watch collector. Once a watch's battery breaks, I need a new watch. That's ridiculous, I know. I just hardly ever, ever change a battery in a watch. I think I'll change the battery in this wood watch when the time comes. For one thing, I've found a watch repair place, remember?

So, why should you wear it?

#1 It gets noticed. I'm sure you don't care about that sort of thing. I don't wake up wondering if people will comment about my watch, either. It's just that...they do. With this wood watch, they do. I hardly ever get comments about my watch so frequently and so often as I do when I am wearing this watch. People are fascinated by it and have called it "stylish", "modern", "cute" and lots of other great adjectives. This is the watch that I picked out below from the Fieldcrest series. It is more plain than the other choices I had, but I liked that about it. It seems to blend in with everything. It is simple and feels dressy when I'm dressed up and casual when I'm casual. It is a Maple watch but does not go well on pancakes.


The watch taken from the site:

 
The same watch taken on my iPhone:
 


#2 It is different. You don't already have a wood watch, right? It's kind of fun to wear something that is a little out of the ordinary. Several times people have said something like, "At first, I thought it was wood".  I usually give them about 10 seconds of silence before I belt out, "THAT'S BECAUSE IT IS WOOD! HAHAHA!!" The earlier it is, the louder I yell. This lovely, pretty, awesome one below (for $199) is wood and rose gold, so 'fess up on that one if you wear it and get asked. No one likes a liar.



#3 It is lightweight. I know most watches out there aren't pinning people down to the ground by their excessive weight. I realize people aren't bulking up because of their watches. "Is he on steroids or is his watch just, like, really heavy?" This watch is light, though, which makes me type faster. Pretty sure.

#4 It is reasonably priced. The watch I am wearing is $120. They do have even more expensive ones, of course. I really, really, really love this ebony and copper watch for $295. The rose gold one up there is $199. I still think that is reasonable for something so unique.


#5 It is made my artists and also, the whole sustainable thing. Artists! Fancy! "JORD was derived from a desire for timepieces that model our modern lifestyle. Sustainable, efficient, simple, and influenced by experiential living. JORD owners don't just have somewhere to be, they have somewhere to go." Ooooo. I like that.  Now read this one: "JORD is run by artists, designers, marketers, and minders. We spend our days creating, considering, arguing, and hopefully agreeing. Then we'll scrap it all for the joy of starting new. We have fun. This is our journey." I like it!

You want one now?

Even if you don't want one, are you thinking you'd like to give one? I am. The next person that wants a watch is getting one of these. Take note, family.

I hope you will stay tuned because I am going to be partnering with JORD later this week to give away significant discounts to these watches. The fun part about that is that there will be more than one winner. Three to be exact. JORD is giving away a $75, $50 and $25 coupon. I am liking that a lot. That means, if you wanted my watch, you'd only have to pay $45 if you won the $75 amount. I think that's a deal.

If you want to check out their many, many styles, go this way.

Please either comment in the Facebook comments below or go to the Facebook post below to let me know what you think. Commenters on this post will be the first alerted regarding the giveaway, which will happen very soon! Let me know what you think!


So, soon- maybe later today, maybe tomorrow- I am giving away $25, $50 and $75 towards a JORD wood watch. Commenters on...
Posted by Kelley's Breakroom on Tuesday, August 25, 2015


The Fast Food Ordering-For-A-Lot-Of-People-At-The-Drive-Thru-Window Guide



It seems the posts I write about my husband are the most popular around here. I once wrote about how I entertain myself at The Home Depot when he won't leave. I also pondered about whether or not he had another love once. That post still gets a lot of hits, too. He provides me with plenty of material.

The other day, he made me mad about something. We don't really fight fight, but we do get mad at each other sometimes. (My mom used to repeat a word to indicate how heavy duty it was going to be performed. "Grocery grocery shopping" meant we were going to be at the store for at least a solid two years and "clean clean the house" meant I couldn't get away with throwing everything under my bed.) So, while we don't throw iron skillets through kitchen windows, we do get highly irritated at times. So, anyway, he made me mad about something. I can't remember what. I do remember that I told him that he had a bad attitude. I told him that I was glad he wasn't my boss at work. Something along those lines. My face was all cloudy. That is when he said all smug-like, "Well, if you worked for me, I'd fire you."

The way he said it made me look down and immediately start laughing hard, but in a way where I was trying to hide it. My shoulders were shaking. My mouth was trying hard at stifling the laughter.

"Is that laughter? Huh? You're laughing because I'm so funny, aren't you?"

"No, I'm remembering a funny joke I heard earlier today."

An obvious lie.

That is the only way we get out of serious conversations and arguments. This usually works, but not so much at the fast food restaurant. WOW. Wow, wow, and wow. My husband can't handle ordering at the fast food restaurant for all of us. He just can't handle it. So, I've decided to write him out an ordering guide. I wrote it in a blog post in case you needed to pass it on to someone in your life. Go ahead and change up the parts that don't apply to you.


The Fast Food Ordering-For-A-Lot-Of-People-At-The-Drive-Thru-Window Guide
 
*Let's just get this out of the way now. There is no need to say, "This isn't [insert fancy restaurant name]!" We know that. We can read. There was something about the golden arches that told me we weren't at [insert fancy restaurant name again]. I still want extra lettuce in my chicken wrap. Now, tell the nice lady.
 
*If I order a chicken wrap, can you make sure to ask for a fork? They won't just give you a fork when you order a chicken wrap because you eat wraps with your hands, except I like to eat mine like a salad. Yes, I do. Yes, I do. I do eat mine like a salad. Yes, I do. You just haven't seen me do it. I open it up and eat it like a dingdang salad.
 
*Try getting the orders before you cruise up to the ordering area. Write it down. Take deep breaths.
If you don't write it down beforehand, you are limited to only 3 eye rolls and 2 deep sighs and only 1 combo of the two.
 
*If we are paying the money, I want it how I want it. Can you ask them to make the tea half sweet and half unsweet?
 
*Always remember that if they can't make it half sweet, half unsweet, you can get 2 Splenda packets. (If you feel like the person at the drive thru window isn't too judgy, ask for 3. I don't ask for 3 usually because I don't like imagining fast food people talking about the girl who has an addiction to Splenda behind my back.) It's best to have them placed into the drink before they hand it to you. If they don't do that sort of thing, make sure to get the Splenda packets. Also, most tea lovers want lemons in the tea. Make sure to ask if they have real lemons. If they don't have real lemons, most people don't want any lemons. Packets of lemon juice are the worst. Why aren't you writing this down?
 
*You say you love your family, but if you don't know the names of the sauces that we like at Chick-Fil-A, how can you even say that? Chick-Fil-A sauce and Polynesian. Two of the first and one of the second. Make flashcards.
 
*Don't super size the whole order, just the drinks. If they ask if you want to super size the fries, say no. If you say yes because you are just wanting to get this thing over with, I might have to call over your shoulder to just super size the drinks and that'll make you grumpy.
 
*I realize we've been at this window for a good thirty minutes now, but did you ask for just ketchup on the boys' hamburgers? They don't want mustard and they don't want mayonnaise. You can't just say "ketchup only" because they'll leave off the lettuce and the tomato and they'll eat that. Oh, also make sure to ask for no onions. One of the hamburgers should come with pickles.
 
*Oh, back to the tea. I LOVE flavored tea but I'm going to need you to ask the nice teenager if the flavored tea is a brewed tea or flavored by using a syrup. I can't take the syrup in my tea. Please, just ask! We're paying for this tea! But, let's not talk about tea for too long because then I'll be reminded too much of the time I was hijacked at the mall by the uppity tea people.
 
*I know the line behind us is stretching underneath the Interstate and into the next town now, but be sure to ask for extra napkins. See if they have those hand sanitizer wipes that Chick-Fil-A supplies. Just ask. It doesn't hurt to ask. Please, just ask! You didn't ask!

BIGGEST TAKE-HOME: Write it down and kwitchercryin.
 
 
I really can't imagine why my husband thinks ordering at the drive-thru window is such an ordeal. It all seems pretty simple and straightforward to me! Still, because I am so considerate, I thought it was best to come up with this guide for him.
 
And, no, I don't want to order because that means I would have to be driving and how can I read my Us magazine and drive at the same time?
 
 
If you have anything that needs to be added to this guide, you know I want to hear!


The 2015 Mazda CX-9 Grand Touring: Why You Need It

First, some sappiness.

When I opened up my blog to write this overdue post, I had to dust off a few things. That made me sad. "Hi, wittle bwoggy. It's been too wong," I cooed at it as I walked around and stared at things like post number, page views, ads, etc. I really did love this blog for so long and took such great care of it. My life has been overcome with other things that don't allow much extra time for tinkering with the keyboard. I miss it, though. I miss it, miss it, miss it.

So, I have a lot to thank Mazda and STI for... Not only for the opportunity to drive yet another awesome car around for a week, but for also getting me into my blog space and finally typing something out, for goodness sakes.

Mazda, you're awesome. STI, you're awesome, too. Readers, you're even more awesome.

So, after I tell you a little something something about the 2015 Mazda CX-9 Grand Touring, know that I plan to come back not too long after to tell you about something much less important. I'm sure that has you on the edge of your seats. Seriously, I have stories to tell! Stories that are much more fun to tell in a blog format. I'm going to type out some keywords- movies, air freshener and car washes. That should get my memory going the next time I'm fiddling around this Break Room.

Right now, though? It's all about 2015 Mazda CX-9 Grand Touring. I had the privilege of driving this car around, but it's been some weeks ago. Shame on me! The delay in writing about it is not because I'm not absolutely grateful for the opportunity. I am! I so am! In fact, one of the STI employees remarked that I am one of the most grateful people he has worked with. Ha! Surely that doesn't have anything to do with the fact that my car is a 2007, has a broken door and an air conditioner that doesn't work in the front row and then the fact that they drive up with a gorgeous car for me to have for a week? I am so, so grateful.

I mention that it's been some weeks ago because in that span of time, I have apparently deleted all of the pictures that I took of the SUV. I had some great shots, too! So, I have to rely on the pictures I found on-line. Boo.

Here's what the pretty thang looks like:


Nice and sleek, right? I like that Mazda sign. It reminds me of a bird's wings. It'd be nice if they'd make that car with some wings. I've got places to be and, in most cases, I was supposed to be there five minutes ago, dingdangit.




The front seat area is looking pretty snazzy, too, don't you think? One of my husband's favorite features of the car, with the exception of it's full tank of gas when STI dropped it off, is that split console area. Does the passenger need something out of it? No need to lift your elbow. She can lift up her side. Do you need to stick something that's all awkward somewhere? Slide it in that space and still be able to put your elbow down. You must have a place for the elbow. Actually, now that I think about it...do we put our elbows down when we drive? Well, no matter what...it's a nice feature. You'll love it if you get it. Have I ever lied to you?



Here's a close up look at the radio. It's all NASA-like with all the buttons and high-tech features. I loved all the options for music. I also loved that I could plug my iPod into the port inside that cool console up there. You know, the one that really accommodates the elbows well?


My favorite part: ALL OF THOSE SEATS. And all of that leg room. I have a tall husband and two tall boys. They need the leg space. They had plenty of it in that car. When those two seats folded down in the very back, there was lots of room for baseball stuff, chairs, baseball stuff, seat cushions and baseball stuff. And legs. In fact, there is more leg room in that car than in the Honda Pilot, Toyota Highlander and the Acura MDX. So, if your family has legs, listen up!

This is the car for me.

Or, should we say SUV?

(My dad calls his SUV his "truck". It's not a truck, man! Just like this isn't a car, I suppose... So weird to say, "Hey, kids, get in the SUV. We've go to go!" Who says that? Do you say that?)

Overall, I really did love this car. I might love it the most of all the cars I've been asked to drive so far. The base price for it was $35,035. It sped up and slowed down really well (how's that for technical language?), had plenty of space for mah kids, had lots of neat "extras" up in the front (elbows?), had a cool sunroof (I looooove a sunroof), was NASA-like and made my friends get all "Ooooo...what are your driving?" on me.

You need to get yourself one.

(Thanks, Mazda and STI for allowing me to drive this beauty around!) 


The 12-Step Guide To Get Your Kids To Fight Over Who Gets To Do TheLaundry

Follow this step-by-step guide and watch the magic unfold.

1. Only clean out the lint from the lint tray thing in your dryer at home.

2. Let lint build up everywhere else in the dryer and in the vent hose. 

3. Turn on your dryer.

4. Start cooking in your kitchen.

5. When someone says, "Ew! What's that smell? What did you burn??", look in your oven and see your food smiling back at you.

6. Reply back, "It's not the oven....



Wait! Is it the dryer??"

7. Run into the laundry room and find it full of smoke. Unplug the dryer. Cough. Hack. Frown.

8. Over the course of the next few hours, watch your husband (or you or whoever you can get to gut the dryer) find all sorts of things that got mixed in with the lint, including an earring you've been missing and lots of dollar bills.

9. GO TO THE WASHATERIA THE NEXT DAY WITH YOUR KIDS.


10. Watch their eyes light up at all of the buttons, doors, baskets, change makers and vending machines.





11. Wait for the arguing to begin. It may sound a little like this:

"You got to put the detergent in last."

"It's my turn to put the quarters in."



"I wanted to latch the door!!"

"He got more leftover quarters than me."

"You got to unload the clothes into the basket the last time."

"I wanted to push the quarter tray in!"



"I'm going to fold the stuff in this basket. You fold the stuff in that basket."


"I wanted to push the restart button!"

12. Watch the fighting immediately stop when you get home and have to put all the laundry up. They are nowhere to be found.



I seriously never thought I'd see the day when they fought over laundry. I might have to make the washateria a regular part of our lives- at least every now and then. I'd rather it not be because of almost burning my house down, though.

Check that lint...
Before the fire trucks are sent.

I just made that up. But, for real...

Hint, hint...
Bad stuff, that out-of-control lint.

I just made that up, too. And also this:

Wonder where your house went?
Don't blame me. Blame the lint.

Okay, I'll stop. 


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