Just Because...

"Just because."  A phrase that, depending on the speaker, the circumstance, and the tone in which it is spoken, can stir strong emotions in the heart of the hearer.

"Oh child, why did you pour lotion all over the bathroom floor?"
"Just because."  Emotion=despair.

Or...

"Flowers!  How beautiful!  Why am I getting such a nice surprise?"
"Just because."  Emotion=giddy happiness.

It was with giddy happiness that I received three fun gifts from my man a few months ago, "just because."  The first gift, left on my pillow, was a book.  The second, a "fancy" pen, I found tucked behind the flour canister in the kitchen cabinet.  Just a few days after that, I found the promised third prize.

I was getting ready to leave the house and was changing clothes.  I pulled on my jeans and found something in the back pocket that looked like this...

When unsnapped, it looks like this...

It helps me save time at the gym.  It saves me some mental energy and definitely some physical energy. It also cuts down on the children's income.  It's one of those things I could have easily lived without, but now that I have it, I feel like I really do need it in my life. 

This will probably clear things up a bit...

Still perplexed?  Here's how it works...

As for all of the claims I made about this unique product, called the "Pocquettes Ear Bud Holder", I stand behind each of them.  It helps save time at the gym because I don't have to stand near the tread mill untangling my earphone cords before I begin my long walk to nowhere. 

The Ear Bud Holder also saves mental and physical energy as I no longer have to look high and low to figure out where I've left my headphones.  You'd think that it would be difficult to lose something so brightly colored.  Not so.  I am forever laying these little things in curious places, or they are being carried off by little things and placed in curious places. So, before I even arrived at the gym, I'd have already done the equivalent of the StairMaster, going up and down the stairs in search of my ear buds.

Finally, my receipt of the Ear Bud Holder has cut down on the children's income because I no longer roam about the house yelling, "The first one to find Mommy's earphones gets a dollar!"

I've been enjoying the benefits of this little gadget for a few months now and have discovered that though it does a wonderful job helping me keep track of my earphones, it is not child proof. 

Look closely at the "dirty" looking earphone. It's not dirt that you see.  The discoloration of my Ear Buds is caused by teeth marks.  My bright surely-I'm-not-approaching-my-forties pink Ear Buds are the very latest in a long line of chew toys!  Ever put a slobber-coated earphone in your ear?

"Child, why are you chewing on Mommy's earphones?"

              
        " 'Cuz."  

 

Interesting...

"These things come in threes you know," my Man said after I found my book last week. 

Interesting, thought I, and continued about my day.  The next evening, while baking a mammoth batch of cinnamon rolls, I found a strange looking little box tucked beside of my flour canister.  I thought that it must be a box of little candies that some kind soul had given one of the children and hoping it was full of chocolate, I opened the box with all haste.

What I found inside the rectangular box was a light green aluminium-ish cylinder with the year 1951 written on it as was the word "Retro".

Still firmly of the opinion that there was chocolate in that cylinder, I popped it open and tilted it so that its contents would fall into my hand.  I didn't hear the rattle of  candy coming down the chute, however.  What met my hand was heavy for its size and was wrapped in a black fuzzy sleeve.

My Man had appeared from around the corner and was watching me to see if I'd figured it all out yet.  After recovering from the thought that there would be no chocolate, it struck me what I was holding.  My Man had received a couple of very nice pens for Christmas and had been enjoying them so much that he wanted to include me.  Fun! 

This pen carries the name Tornado and my particular Tornado is magenta colored. Though, if you're interested, it comes in many other colors as well.

  

Kinda cheerful, aren't they?  They write well to boot! 

My Man is a bit of a pen FREAK and I was so honored to be included in the fervor.  I  think that it's a wise woman who joins her Man in his pursuits.  In so doing, she gets to share in the neat things, she has interesting non-parenting topics to talk about with her Man (even writing utensils can be interesting...if they come in lots of colors and perhaps if they are scented and play music), and maybe, just maybe it sends a message to her Man that the wise woman still finds him terribly interesting. 

Thanks dear Man.  Thanks for knowing that I'd get a kick out of a fine pen in a fancy color.  Thanks for wanting to include me in the "good thing" you were yourself, enjoying.  Thanks for the lesson I learned in the process which is spelled out so whimsically on the box...

Don't you  just love a company with a sense of humor? 

Wonder what the third surprise will be...