Ideas abound!

This post is to serve as notice/proof of copyright for the following ideas. Any use of these ideas for financial gain will be met with lawsuits and soul-sucking, karmically really really bad mojo, ya dig? :snort:. Ok, maybe not, but if you are a big company and you steal my idea and don't give me a cut, you suck. I'm posting them anyway.

Peanut butter s'mores candybar. Why is this not yet on the market? For now, I'll make my own, but dang candybar companies, this is some good stuff! So simple, yet so dang good. Just your typical s'more snack but with peanut butter. Or almond butter. Or cashew butter. Or whatever. You get the idea. For you do-it-yourselfers, a sandwich of peanut butter, bannanna/banana/bananna/bannana/nanners, chocolate and marshmallow would be divine. Ooooh, Marshmallow and nutella! I think I need a cold shower...

My other idea is more marketable and therefore more profitable and it's stinking genius so Swim Ways and all those other Swim-gear companies better gimme some sort of credit and money. Swim floatie/vest with BUTTERFLY WINGS, or fairy wings, or bat wings, or dragonfly wings, whatever. My girls would just about die if they had one of these. All it would take is a simple addition to a traditional life jacket/swim vest. I even know how you could make it, if you were resourceful. Perhaps I should contact the proper authorities, because I really think these would sell. Reluctant swimmers would be just a bit more enticed to the water, making my life as the mom of a reluctant swimmer that much easier. Oh the possibilities. Dainty fairies don't splash all over when the swim, the kick efficiently under the water so as to "fly" across the pool ;o). I shoulda been a swim teacher.

Speaking of, I seriously wish I could teach my dd's dance class. Honestly, how long would it take for me to learn the kinds of steps 4yo's need to learn for the recital? A few ballet positions and some shuffle and stomp and that ought to do it, yeah? I'm so annoyed with the Y dance program. I had hoped that with lots of feedback and some restructuring it would be better than it was when we tried to get Winnie to dance. This last class, last Friday, was the SECOND CLASS of the session. Number 2. Dos. Du. A pair. Guess what? The teacher didn't show. Not only did the teacher not show, but after some frantic calling around by the gymnastics girl (who is NOT responsible for the dance program at all, mind you) we realized that the DIRECTOR of the program was supposed to be subbing for the teacher who had made arrangements well in advance. Ok people, this is 2,3,4yo's. You CANNOT take the day off of the 2nd class. Switching teachers every week doesn't work. It's not ok. They need trust and consistancy. Seriously, this is crap. One poor little girl, who sat and watched last week, flat wouldn't go into the room at all this week. Class didn't start until it was supposed to actually be OVER, and they juggled and shifted and left the new teacher to deal with the gymnastics class (the one my kids were in) so that the real gymnastics teacher could take the preschool class so that the preschool teacher could do the dance class. So, we're talking probably 40 kids who've been in class twice who have just had their routine yanked out from under them. I was so not happy. I'm still peeved. The Y stinks. But, it's either that or the studios which have their own issues. 2yo's not allowed to wear underwear, nuff said.

And in home-front news, rennovating a house sucks. Today I have no shower, toilet only in the basement, stuff everywhere, water on then off, electrical on then off. Chaos. I'm over it. I'm done. And being broke aint helping because I can't escape. I can't even go to the mall for slushies for a couple of hours. And the baby just screams and screams and won't be consoled and aaaahhhhhhh. Sigh. It will all be worth it in the end. But for now I'm over it. Finito. Oh, and the mantra from the adult males doing the work "get these kids out of the way, they're in the way, but you can't leave, because we might need the van to go get something." GET OUT, but you can't leave. Swell, that's do-able.