Main Entry: Snower
Function: Proper Noun
1. A person employed to create snowmen
2. What the QD aspires to be when she grows up

I don’t know where it came from and I don’t know why but she declared that she wanted to be a “snower” when she grows up!

Weeks ago I bought QD and The Boy each a run of the mill bouncy ball. The Boy got a blue marbled one; QD a pink marbled one.  QD dubbed hers “Ollie” and The Boy’s “Ozzie”. 

The first weekend we were out playing with Ollie and Ozzie, something happened to Ollie.  I am still not sure if she got left out and a dog attacked her, she got hit by a car or if it was a drive by shooting but when I went in a search for her…I found Ollie dead on the side of the road.  In order to avoid the drama that was sure to ensue after proper notification was made to the QD, I gave Ollie a proper burial in the garbage can.

Not long after Ollie’s burial the QD started looking for Ollie.  She looked everywhere and there was no Ollie to be found.  Good mother that I am, I simply told her that Ollie must be hiding and will come out when she is ready to play!  Good obedient naive child that she is, she believed me.  But…

She continued to twist the knife in my heart.  Every time that we went out to play and she noticed Ozzie she would tell him not to worry that she would find Ollie for him to play with and then she would start calling out.

“Ollie!” 

“Ollie!  Are you done hiding?”

“Ollie come out.  I really miss you and want to play with you.”  This one said in her most pathetic voice possible.

Guilt took over.  I couldn’t handle it anymore.  Never in my dreams of family and children did it ever occur to me that a $2.00 ball would create such angst in my life.

So the search began to replace Ollie.  Well, at first I never thought it would be a “search”, I thought I would just go back to the same store and buy the replacement.  One would think, as a parent I had learned nothing is that easy, but evidently not!

Every Target, Wal-Mart, Kroger, Toys R Us, “You Name It” store I went into, I was looking for an Ollie replacement!  I seemed to find every single color but pink and since I was trying to play it off as the same Ollie, I had to have pink.

Then finally – EUREKA! – I found Ollie!  I am not sure who wanted to cry more - QD or me!

Thus we have a happy ending to A Girl and Her Ollie!

Oh and I apologize for the “no pants, stringy hair picture but it is Friday afternoon and the Nutty House has had one hell of a week

Edited to add:
When QD asked where I found Ollie - my oh so intelligent response was “At Wal Mart.”

“What was she doing there?”

“Ummmm….she missed her friends so she went back to the ball pit at Wal Mart to hang out with them for a bit.”

QD to Ollie “Oh Ollie! I’m sorry you missed your friends.”

Yes, I know! I am slime!

Grocery Shopping. Some love it.  Some hate it.  Some pay others to do it for them.  Some just eat out all the time.

Me?  I love grocery shopping.  Irish Boy?  He can take it or leave it.  Me shopping with Irish Boy?  Oh that he definitely hates!

Normally on Fridays Irish Boy and QD go grocery shopping together.  They drop The Boy off at school and then continue on to Wal-Mart where she gets breakfast from McD’s and he drinks his Diet Coke. Her breakfast keeps her pretty happy and his Diet Coke keeps him less grumpy

Then sometimes there are the days that Nutty Mother joins in the fun. Well, fun for me but lots and lots of pain to Irish Boy. To quote him “It’s like shopping with 2 Queen Divas! At least the breakfast shuts up the little one!” Can you feel the love?

He claims that once you make a list you must stick to it! And although that makes sense and I agree…but what happens when you realize that you forgot to add something to the list? Do you just not buy it? Then when you do need it, you have to go back to get it so why not save yourself the trip and just add it to the list?

And what about the sale items that weren’t in the ad? How do you pass those up, if they are something you use on a regular basis, just b/c they aren’t on the list?

I am making complete sense! Irish Boy disagrees!  Yeah?  Well, what the heck does he know?