Saturday, May 30, 2009

Saturday Leftovers

My couple of fragments from Friday were quite lengthy, but I did have more to add. I just didn't want to provide so much boredom in one day, so I am continuing today.
  • I went to Victoria's Secret to buy this.
  • And let me tell you, I am in love with this bra. So much so that I bought one in the color on the model (still doesn't make me look like her, though) and also a nude colored one. I tried to find some matching panties for the color above. You would think they would get a shipment in before the weekend shoppers hit the mall. They had almost no undies in this color. I found two pairs - one pair was rather large for my needs and the other one was lacy (good) but was "one size fits all". I checked them out but something about "one size fits all" for my ass just didn't seem right, so I passed. I'll check again later.

    Thankfully, a while back, I was measured at an upscale lingerie boutique for the correct bra size because the chicas at VS don't know shit about bra sizing. They don't even make the size I need, so I went for the next band size and lowered the cup size, just like they explained to me at the boutique. (Lower band size increases cup size, larger band size lowers cup size. For example, if you were say, ahem, a 32DD and you liked a style that didn't come in that size, you could try a 34D. If the 32DD is too big in the band, you could try a 30E. Get it? Got it? Good!) I was picking out a bra size and since they didn't have the size I needed, I decided to up the band size one size to accomodate for the lack of the smaller size (and also maybe for the few extra pounds I packed on this winter). Then someone offered to help me. I told her what I was looking for and we found the size in various colors. Then all hell broke loose when she said "May I suggest you try the ## (this would be the next band size)?" I must have scowled at her and she saw my fingers were itching to scratch her eyes out because she quickly said, "This new bra is running small." Yeah, bitch, you already offended me. Off I go with what I think is my size. I try it on, strut out of the dressing room and say, "Is this how it's supposed to fit?" The little clerk chica, a different one from the offensive sales clerk, comes over and says, "Yes, that looks great!" I'm thinking something is wrong and that it has to do with my boobies feeling a little too squished. They have a whole bunch of bras in drawers back there, so I ask for my size in nude since it wasn't out front. She hands me one. I am putting it on and I immediately can tell it fits different, better. I check the size and it's the same band size but now double letters for the cup size. I strut out and explain to her the sizing difference and ask about the fit. "Which ones feels better?" she asks. I'm thinking, "WTF? Tell me this is how it fits or it doesn't and that I need to go back to the other one. Don't ask me how it feels. You are supposed to know by looking at it and if you couldn't tell my boobies were oozing out of the previous bra, your ass should be fired!" I ended up with my original band size of choice and the larger cup size, wanting to tackle the offensive sales clerk to the ground and rub the tag in her face screaming, "Look at this bitch! I DID NOT NEED THE LARGER BAND SIZE. I NEEDED THIS SIZE AND I HAVE TO PUT IT ON THE TIGHTEST HOOK! SO THERE, I HAVE ROOM TO GROW!"
  • After being all excited, in an odd way, about being in a smoke filled room at the concert on Thursday night, on Friday, all day long the back of my throat tasted like an ash tray. Blech. I got a massage on Friday and every time the therapist told me to take a deep breath, I thought I was going to break out in an emphysema like cough. He laughed when I told him about that and he backed off some on the deep breathing.

Friday, May 29, 2009

Friday Fragments

I can't believe Friday is finally here! Between a pneumonia ridden kid, a clogged toilet that had no interest in de-clogging, juggling work and social stuff along with getting a babysitter so I can do work and social stuff, and having the hubs out of town all week and this weekend, I am glad Friday is here! Check out Mrs. 4444 for more Friday Fragments.

  • Last night I went with my friend, Stephen, and another friend of his, Tom, to see Camera Obscura at the Southgate House in northern KY. (I live in a thriving metropolis on the northern "shore" of the Ohio River. I have never really named the city where I live, but I have left enough clues over time that if you REALLY wanted to know, you could certainly figure it out and many of you have.) We all gave the concert a thumbs up. Ohio is a non-smoking state in public places. Kentucky is not, being that it's tobacco industry keeps the farmers employed. It took me a few minutes to figure out "what's that smell?" Though I am not a fan of smoking or the smell of smoke, there wasn't enough to make my eyes water and it was kind of "refreshing" to be in a room with cig smoke while drinking my Beck's beer. Brings back some fun memories of my younger years. I can't remember the last time those two things happened simultaneously! I think I passed the "cool" test and the boys said they enjoyed having a chick along, so maybe I will get invited to go somewhere again! I didn't ask if Tom's wife ever comes along, so she may trump my attendance, unless of course they would permit two chicks to join in.
  • I think people are FED UP. I mean GOOD people are fed up with the bullshit and criminal behavior of others. I have been thinking about this for a couple of days now. Deb at Suburb Sanity wrote about the guy on the bridge in China who was threatening suicide by jumping off of a bridge. He blocked traffic for five hours. Some other respectable guy broke through the police barricade and wanted to shake the suicidal guys hand. Once they started shaking hands, the respectable guy shoved the suicidal guy off the bridge. I cracked up when she blogged about this and was happy to later find the video posted by a friend of mine on Facebook, because it would not have been nice if I had laughed about a guy losing his life.

    Then a friend posted on Facebook about the pharmacist in Oklahoma who was being robbed by two teenage thugs who had a gun. He got a gun and shot one of them in the head. The other guy got away. Just to make sure the shot thug wasn't going to come at him again, the pharmacist shot him five more times. Sounds like he was just tired of the thugs getting the best of the honest man. But do you know what happened to the pharmacist? He was arrested for murder because it was not necessary for him to shoot the 16 yr. old thug those extra five times and the coroner determined that is what killed the criminal. That makes me want to scream. My thought is, "stop breaking the damn law and putting yourself in the position to require people to shoot you in order to protect themselves!" I just don't get it and when I e-mail Deb, I told her to check out the moving "Falling Down" because both of these scenarios remind me of that dark comedy.
  • Wow, I think I will leave today's fragments at these two. They probably could have each stood on their own. I will also leave you with a couple of videos from Camera Obscura.  I have turned off the streaming music for now and will be adding all Coldplay songs in the next few days.  My husband and I will be going to the Colplay concert on Thursday.


Thursday, May 28, 2009

There is nothing more disgusting

During the 24 hour period of trying to get my toilet to run smoothly, I have decided there is nothing more disgusting than a plunger. It gets immersed in water full of shit, piss, toilet paper and shitty piss water. You have to push the plunger up and down in the shitty piss water, stirring it all up so that the surface of the plunger and part of the handle is now 100% covered with the shitty piss water. And occasionally, some of the shitty wet TP and other disgusting parts are clinging to the plunger for dear life.

I would like to know exactly what to do with it AFTER you have coated the damn plunger with shitty piss water? The damn toilet is not unclogged yet so I can't rinse it off in there, it's still full of shitty piss water. You can't just toss it back in the closet. For the love of god and all that is holy, it's covered with shitty piss water. My husband works for an international consumer products company, currently his brand is laundry detergent, but he will soon be transitioning to a new project in the tissue/towel brands. Certainly, between detergent and TP, he can come up with a purification product for shitty piss covered plungers. Something like those flushable wipes or flushable toilet wand cleaners. Maybe a contraption that lets me dip the shitty piss covered plunger into an anti-bacterial fluid that immediatly sterilizes the plunger. SOMETHING so I don't worry about spreading e-coli or some other feces transferring bacteria from my toilet to my utility closet. Who knows where the bacteria will go to after that!

So if you are wondering what I actually DID do with the plunger in between plunges, I balanced it delicately across the toilet bowl so any drips would either settle on the rim of the toilet bowl or drop into the the toilet. Still gross, but it was better than just tossing it in the closet. Once the toilet was running free and clear, I gave the plunger a good rinse in the "clean" toilet water. Yeah, now it's sterilized. Ha.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

While the cat's away...

Most people would say "the mice will play" but I am going to say "all hell breaks loose."

My hubs is out of the country (don't get too excited, northern Canada, not the French Riviera) for a guys trip this week. I've bitched long enough about my neck/shoulder/back and promise not to drone on even more. So in addition to that, what else happens? My toilet is clogged. Major clogging going on. Someone (I won't mention who because I am about to go all TMI on you guys) left a rather large deposit in the toilet with a lot of toilet paper added to it (and this is why Lee's post today was so apropo for my topic. If there had been flushable wipes availabe, there would have been less need for so much paper in the toilet!). Flush. The only thing that happened was the water got high. Thankfully no overflow. Yet. This was yesterday afternoon and after many plunges and flushes, it is still backed up. No hubs to fix it and I think I might have to call a plumber. First, however, I am going to try Mary-Ellen's suggestion (see comments from post earlier today). Before I try that little maneuver though, I will be surrounding the toilet with old towels that can go straight to the trash in case the porcelin god decides to over flow with godliness. Gag.
Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse than the body pain and toilet back up, Big E has not been able to shake a cough. So off to the doctor we go, for the third time this month! The other issues were more allergy stuff, but it has gotten the best of him. He has a pocket of puss in his eustachian tube, his oxygen count was down, he has 101.5 degree fever, he received a breathing treatment with two meds and we had to get a chest x-ray for suspected pneumonia. Shit. I thought this was the kind of stuff that happened in the winter? We made it ALL winter without any illnesses and now that it's spring...well, I guess the germs are catching up with us.

Frankly, I'll be glad when the cat gets home. Not because I miss him as much as I am going into hysterics over here. Thankfully, I deal with this kind of stress by laughing maniacally because the only other option would be to sit down and cry. And I prefer not to do that.

It hurts so bad.

We have all heard the saying "It hurts so good."  I tend to say that very often, especially during a massage.  I will lay there and think "yeah, that hurts.  SO good." or even respond with that when the therapist asks about the pain she is inflicting.

I have been battling these pulled muscles in my neck, back and shoulder.  One day, I couldn't even move my arm and if I wanted to turn my head, I had to use my hand to physically move my head to the side.  The muscle relaxers are doing nothing but making me feel all ooey-gooey, which is kind of cool, but not helping the real issue.

Tonight I had one of the therapists I work with work on me.  He specializes in neuromuscular therapy, which is pretty deep shit.  And I can tell you, I was not saying "yeah, that hurts.  SO good."  I was barely able to squeak out "yowza!" when he hit all the right spots.  There were a lot of spots.  And I couldn't stop my eyes from watering and my nose from running.  He was pretty shocked I was able to move my arm as well as I can.  Oddly enough, he had the same problem not too long ago.  Basically, my trapezoid, rhomboids, infraspinatus, supraspinatus and latissimus dorsi muscles (unlike when I briefly explained Jainism, I DO know what I am talking about when it comes to these muscles!) are jacked up (that's an official medical term, by the way).  Over a week ago, it started as a sore neck and then one day while washing my hair I heard, and even worse, FELT, "snap, snap snap" all down the right side of my spinal cord over to my arm.  The kind of funny part was I had my arms up to do my hair washing and I couldn't get my right arm back down because it hurt too much to move it.  I am sure that was a lovely site in the shower!

I am now post-massage and I can't believe how much better I feel!  We only had about 20 minutes for him to work on me, but it was so worth it.  Now I need to follow up and have another one to keep the progress moving forward.  I think I will take a muscle relaxer BEFORE I go for the massage. Then maybe I won't cry.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Wednesday Spaghetti

Hey, I'm posting today at Wednesday Spaghetti.  Check it out!  (If you haven't read my post for today, it is below.)

Buns in the oven

Not buns, really, just bread. Though I am going to try some buns, rolls and pitas! Catherine motivated me to make my own bread. So I did. I was quite intimidated. I have made other types of dough from scratch, but not any that required yeast. Yeast intimidates me. (I could make a gross yeast infection joke here, but I won't. Now that the thought is in your head, that is good enough.) My mom was never able to get bread to rise. With memories of my mom's dough being flat and flatter, I was intimidated.

Round one. I made the dough, did the kneading, my dough doubled in size! I was so excited, I punched it down, rolled it out and rolled it into a loaf shape and put it in the loaf pans (this recipe makes two loaves). Into the oven it went. Only one problem with that scenario. After you roll into the loaf shape and into the pan, you are supposed to let it rise again. Oops. It still tasted yummy, but it was quite dense.

Round two. I made the dough, did the kneading, my dough doubled in size! I punched it down, rolled it out and rolled it into the loaf shape and into the loaf pans. I LET IT RISE (see, I learn from my mistakes!). One loaf doubled in size again, the other didn't rise as much, which I thought was odd since they came from the same dough batch. Oh well. I put the risen dough into the oven and ba-da-bing. It went flat! FLAT I tell you. Not toally flat, but it certainly didn't stay puffed up to it's "double" size. I let the other loaf keep rising, and it did eventually get a little bigger. Out came one loaf, a little flatter than I expected, and in went the "not quite doubled in size" loaf. B-da-bing, it went flat. Really flat. It looked like pound cake when I took it out. They both still tasted good, especially as toast with butter and jelly. I read some about why bread flattens after it has risen and I think my oven wasn't hot enough to "instantly" set the risen dough.

Round three. I try some buttcrust white bread. I made the dough, did the kneading, my dough doubled in size, though it was a little touch and go at first. I went through all of the steps, turned on my oven 1/2 hour before the bread would go in to ensure it's hotness. Ba-da-bing! I have a yummy golden loaf of white bread that is puffy and delicious. I was so determined to get the bread in the oven without it going flat that I forgot to put the butter on top prior to baking. However, I brushed it on just as it came out of the oven and it worked fine.

I need to work on rolling the dough into a loaf. I have some air bubbles in my loaves and that is because I am not properly pinching each roll of the dough to prevent the air bubbles. I guess that will get better over time, assuming I stick with this baking bread thing.

As I was making this bread and watching it go flat, I couldn't help thinking that I wish my stomach, ass, flabby arms and thighs would go flat just like that bread. They are looking a little puffy and risen lately and no matter what I do, they just won't shrink like that bread did. It did it right before my eyes. No starving, no exercising, no nothing. It's just not fair.

Monday, May 25, 2009

The merging of two cultures, two religions

This weekend my husband and I attended the wedding of a friend/employee of MG's. She is Jewish and he is Jain. We thought the Indian part of the ceremony was going to be Hindu, but we were wrong.

Jainism is one of the most ancient surviving religious traditions in the world; with artifacts and historic documents dating back to 6000 B.C. Jainism is centered on the principles of the right faith (samyadarshan), knowledge (gsamyanana) and conduct (samyacharitra). Jainism has a long coexistence with Hinduism.

Don't I sound smart? I wish I could say I pulled this information from the wealth of knowledge I have in my brain, but I didn't. The bride and groom were kind enough to have programs explaining the histories of their religions and also the rituals that were performed during the ceremonies. Though I know the Jewish history and rituals, I was happy to have the explanation for the Jain Ceremony. A lot of it was conducted in Sanskrit, so there was also a narrator to explain what was happening during the ceremony, what the prayers and songs meant and why they were doing what they were doing. It lasted about an hour and there was an older (older as in his 80's) man sitting behind us who kept saying things like "aye-yae-yae, is it over yet?" He finally left the ceremony; it was outside and very muggy. During the Jewish Ceremony, we learned this man was the bride's grandfather! MG and I just referred to him as Mr. Cranky.

In between the ceremonies we escaped to the air conditioning, had drinks and yummy appetizers and then went back out for the Jewish Ceremony. It was a very traditional ceremony. The Rabbi was wonderful. He spoke so eloquently about the merging of these two ancient religions, cultures and rituals and about how proud he was to be a part of this marriage as it came together peacefully and inclusively with family and friends who had such diverse backgrounds and belief systems.

There were so many beautiful saris. Not like the ones you see on a typical day - these were the most beautiful fabrics with beautiful embellishments. During the reception, there was some Bollywood dancing, the Hora (the Jewish chair dance) and lots of traditional American songs and dance. The food was awesome, which was to be expected since it was catered by my favorite Indian restaurant!

I only have a couple of pictures. I thought it might look a little odd if I was there with my big camera, running up and down the aisle taking pictures of a couple I have only met on a few occasions. So I took a couple of photos with the camera on my phone. Oh, and we took a few photos of us before we left for the wedding.
This gazebo doubled as the mandap for the Jain ceremony. The Jewish Chuppah is also in there, but you can't see it in this picture. The Chuppah was used in the bride's grandparents and her parents' weddings. MG with is yamulke.

Me and MG.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Things that drive me nuts...

I do my best to stay positive. To be a "glass is half full" kind of gal. It's not always easy and somedays I give myself a break because dammit, no one can have the glass half-full all the time. If you think your glass IS always half-full, I think you're nuts and you're living in an unrealistic fantasy world.

So here is a list of things I don't like, that bug me, that make me want to smack people, that make me think society is full of a bunch of dumb asses, that make me scowl... (Please note, there will be a lot of judgemental and bitchy comments. Hey, that's just how it is when the glass is half-empty. I could put a positive spin on all of these things and ignore how they bug me, make me want to smack people, make me think society is full of a bunch of dumb asses, make me scowl. But I don't feel like it today.)
  • People who think they're better than others because of ________ (fill in the blank with things like: where they live, who they married, where they went to school, where they send their kids to school, where they vacation, who their parents are, the kind of car they drive, because of the way they dress and on and on). I think you're better than me if you behave like Mother Teresa. If you don't, you're just like me. Unless you are a hateful, racist, prejudice, bigoted, selfish, closed-minded, violent being and in that case I AM BETTER!
  • People who tell everyone their kids are better than everyone else's. Now don't get me wrong, I think my kids are the best! For me. I don't run around telling everyone I know that my kids are the ________ (fill in the blank with: cutest, smartest, most talented, most athletic, most liked by their peers and teachers). My kids are better FOR ME and I assume your kids are better for YOU. That does not mean my kids or your kids are for everyone and the best at everything they do. I am proud of my kids and I love them, but I recognize not everyone feels the same way about them and I am not going to try to convince them otherwise.
  • Helicopter parents. You know the ones. Those parents, moms AND dads, who tell their kids every step to make. Who hover over them making sure they don't make a mistake. Who don't let their kids make any decisions on their own. Hello? Wouldn't you rather your child make some decisions now; decisions that if they make a bad one won't permanently impact their future? That allow them to gain confidence to make good decisions when they are older? Making a few small mistakes now so they can see what happens and how to correct the situation will help them to make better decisions as time goes on. Who wants to send their kid off to college without decision making skills because a parent has hovered over them their entire lives, not guiding them, but deciding everything for them? Not me. And I can't leave out those parents who try to control others so their kids are not negatively affected. Who are at the schools bitching every time their child is reprimanded or "not treated fairly". Who insist things change to accomodate their child. Who throw a fit every time things don't go the way the parent or child wants it to go until they finally get their way. Those parents drive me nuts.
  • Women who shun other women because _______ (fill in the blank with: they are too good for others [see first bullet], someone is not pretty enough and/or doesn't dress nice enough or own the right car, they have enough friends and don't want to add another to the list; because you like to talk about things other than kids, husbands and work). Some women just don't play well with others. Or maybe they just never graduated from junior high school.
  • People who don't move over on the highway when you are trying to merge onto the highway. Instead they speed up and/or slow down while you are trying to get on the highway. Either get the fuck out of the lane or keep driving the same speed you already are and I will decide what I need to do to get on the highway. It's my responsibility to get myself safely into moving traffic, not anyone else's. This is basic Driving 101.
  • Those who have what I kindly call "supplemental income" (ie. their parents/grandparents pay for a lot of stuff - down payments for houses, cars, vacations, tuitition for your kids to college or private school and other big ticket items) but complain about never having any money. Try buying your own house, cars, saving for your kids college funds AND your own retirement and throw in a nice vacation here and there all by your adult selves! Then we can talk about how poor you are.
  • Those who continuously spend money they don't have and then complain how they don't have any money because they can't pay off their up to their eyeballs amount of debt. And it seems those I know who are like that JUST.KEEP. SPENDING. and JUST.KEEP.COMPLAINING.
  • Men who drive Hummers. Umm, do they drive an oversized, over-the-top vehicle to make up for their lack of manly parts, because that's the only reason I can think one would drive this obnoxious vehicle. It's kind of similar to a Napoleon Complex. (Sorry if this applies to any of you or your hubands - the obnoxious car and/or the small manly parts.)
Now that I have given my "glass half-empty" tirade, I would like to point out some glass half-full stuff!

Hmmm...I'll get back to you guys when I think of something.

Just kidding. Here are some things that make my "glass half-full".
  • For the most part, my family and friends are healthy and happy!
  • We have a roof over our heads, food on the table and clothes on our backs.
  • We live in a safe community that provides a great education for my kids.
So my "glass half-full" list is short, but nothing else in life really matters more than those things listed above.

Friday, May 22, 2009

Awards

Thanks to Shelley at I'm Still Standing for this blog award! Go check her out.
1) Accept the award; post it on your blog together with the name of the person who has granted the award, and his or her blog link.
2) Pass the award to 15 other blogs that you’ve newly discovered. Remember to contact the bloggers to let them know they have been chosen for this award.

I don't know if I can come up with 15 new bloggers. I tend to hang out with familiar faces these days so I am going ot pick one:

Laura of Are We Nearly There Yet, Mummy? and also A Mum Shaped Hole.

Stop by and give Laura a visit.




Friday Fragments

TGIF. I'm back with Friday Fragments. This week's issue is not as much fragmented as it is blurry from the stronger muscle relaxers I am on for a "thoracic strain" which is just a medical way of saying I have pulled every damn muscle in my back from my upper right shoulder/neck to the bottom of my right shoulder blade. Visit Mrs. 4444 for healthier versions of Friday Fragments.

  • On Sunday, MG and I are attending a wedding. This will be our SECOND time going to a Hindu-Jewish wedding. The first one was about ten years ago and we really never thought it would happen again. But here we are, 2009, and we are doing it again. MG is happy to know they will be serving cocktails during and in between each ceremony. And I might be a little happy about that myself!
  • Next week I am headed to a venue to see the band Camera Obscura with my friend Stephen. I have updated my music list with their tunes. I have moved the play list out of the sidebar and onto the bottom of the blog page, just in case you were looking for it!
  • I wrote earlier this week about CJ requesting "that work song." We have listened to it over and over again this week and he is now telling Sous Chef and Big E about the song, which he refered to as "Work I Love". I have corrected him and he now knows it's "Work FOR Love".
  • Anyone else looking forward to and dreading summer break, both at the same time?
  • Is anyone else having trouble loading pictures into your blog entries when using Blogger Draft?
  • Have you seen the new Victoria's Secret BioFit 7-Way Bra? I am off today to buy one. Too bad the bra can't make me look exactly like this chick.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Physician, heal thyself

I am a massage therapist. I see clients on a regular basis who have muscle aches, pains and strains. I do my best to work through their issues and provide relief. I give them stretches to help their muscles stay flexible and I give them suggestions on how to control the pain.

So, why is it when I find myself in my clients shoes, I don't offer myself this same advice and then follow through on it? Last week, I wrote briefly about the pain/pulled muscles in my back. One reader even commented about her pain and physical therapy. I e-mailed her with a couple of suggestions to help her out. But what did I do for me? Nothing.

Some of my relief was within my own knowledge. Sure, I did the usual - take muscle relaxers and ibuprofen for the pain and inflammation. I was/am in too much pain to even think about a massage - I don't think at this point I can stand having someone digging into my muscles. But did I do the obvious - alternating ice and heat? Nope.

It finally got so bad I went to the doctor yesterday. She tells me which muscle group was the most affected. Yep, I got that. At least I had that figured out. She gave me a stronger prescription for a muscle relaxer (yipppeeeee!), told me to take Aleve instead of Motrin and then reminded me to do the ice thing. Um, yeah. Why didn't I think of that?

Now I know why doctors don't treat themselves or family members. When you are personally affected by the medical issue, all rational and logical thought goes out the window. But really, I promise I do know what I am doing when it comes to my client's pain and suffering! It's just my own self I don't know how to take care of!

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

He's a graduate.

This is one of those posts that I am tossing in here because this is my blog and a document of my life and that of my family.

CJ graduated from preschool this morning! No more monthly tuition, no more car lines, no more tormenting his favorite girls in the class.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Music Man

We love music at our house.  My music of choice tends to run on the alternative side.  My husband likes the same kind of music.  We both have our oldies that we like - Led Zeppelin, The Doors, Johnny Cash.  I also lean towards Carole King and Simon & Garfunkel.  Hubs will throw in some jazz and classical music.  Sous Chef loves Green Day and Death Cab for Cutie.  CJ seems to favor the Raconteurs and all three kids like the Killers.  If we are listening to 80's alternative, my kids get sick of hearing me say, "I've seen this band (person) in concert.  Twice." (Or more, depenending on the band.)

But guess what?  This is not a historical music lesson of Jo's family.  It's more about my and CJ's conversation in the car last night.

A few weeks ago, my friend and post college rommate, Stephen, made/gave me a CD he titled Saturday Night at the Warehouse 1989-1990.  The Warehouse was a club we used to go to.  I keep the CD in the car and listen to it frequently.  Last night we were driving home from Big E's baseball game at about 10:15pm.  CJ says, "Mom, remember that song that has 'work' in it?"  Of course, I knew exactly what he was talking about, so I say "Work for Love?"  and he says, "Yes, will you play it?"  So I pop in the CD and crank the volume.  When I looked in the back seat, he was totally zoned out listening to the music.  He is SO my kid.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

MWOB

Hey you!  Yeah, YOU!  Go to Moms Without Blogs because that is where you'll find me today, guest posting for Simple Recipe Saturday.  Bon appetit!

Friday, May 15, 2009

Friday Fragments


What time is it? It's FRIDAY FRAGMENTS time with Mrs. 4444. Time to get all those little thoughts onto your blog. You know, the ones that don't really qualify for their very own post but are still noteworthy! Check out Mrs. 4444 for other fragmented Fridays.
  • I totally agree with Jon Stewart regarding the Air Force One flyover of NYC. Haven't those people ever heard of PHOTOSHOP? Geeze.
  • I was in the car line at preschool the other day checking out my face in the visor mirror. I noticed it had been a while since I had done some grooming of my upper lip and there was one very dark, very obvious hair that needed to be taken care of PRONTO. No problem, I keep some tweezers in that little compartment between the front seats. Or I should say, there is supposed to be tweezers in that little compartment. Does anyone but me notice how when you put something somewhere so you know where it is and you always return it there, that someone else seems to get a hold of it and it's never to be seen again? I HATE that. I would like to know what any of my family members, all male, needed a pair of tweezers for and why they couldn't return it. Anyway, I managed to pull the hair with my fingernails and, I kid you not, while I type this blog entry today, I am sitting with some hair removal cream on my upper lip.
  • The sun is out today and CJ might actually get to play ball. Every. Single. Game. of his has been rained out this season. He is about to self combust with excitement to finally play a game. Oh, and I promised him after his first game we could go to the local Whippy Dip (ie: soft serve ice cream shop), so maybe that is what he's really excited about.
  • I am looking forward to the end of the school year.
  • I have some pulled muscles in my back and it doesn't seem to matter how many muscle relaxers I take, they aren't helping. They do make me feel all warm and fuzzy, though, so that's a bonus.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

I fund the library

I don't know what it is, but I have a hard time getting my library books returned on time. Add to it that I frequent two different libraries - my suburb library which is its own entity, and the county library which is part of the greater city library network. I think in total, I owe them enough that I qualify to own the library.

Oh, and I can't forget to mention the book we checked out in 2004. It went to Kansas with us. My son kept asking me to mail it back. Then, when we would visit, he would want to bring it so we could return it then. I, of course, was all "Hell no, we aren't returning that book. We OWN that book now!" When we moved back, I hesitated to get a new library card for fear security would tackle me to the ground and demand the $5.95 for the cost of that Goosebumps paperback book. But I am smart. My previous library card was in my maiden name as I did not legally change my name until after we had been married for over ten years. (I wanted to make sure this marriage thing was going to work out. Ha! Not really, I just didn't feel the need to change my name.) Anyway, my new card is with my married name and our current address, obviously different than my previous address. Whoo - no alarms, no handcuffs, no tackling to the ground. I totally went under the library radar. I am good!

Many of the times, I have finished reading the book, I just forget to return it. The really ridiculous part is that I could just go online and renew the book so I avoid the fines until I remember to return it/them. Today, for instance. I have three books that were due earlier this week. All of them have been read, two have been read twice (my son's books). Since I haven't made it to the library, I could just renew online. Have I done that? NNNNnoooooooOOOOOO. I can't believe they let me continue to check out books. Don't they realize with just a few more fines, they are going to have to hand over the keys to me as the new proud owner of our library system?

I'm off now, I have some online renewals to process.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Fly the coop

Outside of our bathroom window is a bird's nest with three baby birds. This is the 2nd year for a family to build a nest. It is right on the ledge and is right against the window. It's a little difficult to see inside the nest because, being a bathroom window, the window overlooks the shower and is therefore a rather high window so the perverts neighbor's can't see in. In order for us to see into the nest, we have to stand on the ledge of the shower to peer in. And everytime we do this, the mama bird swoops away.

What kind of mom has a "save yourself" mentality? She just leaves those three baby birds to fend for themselves while we stand there peering in at all their cuteness. I would like to have a word with her. Doesn't she know most mothers would lay down and die, fight to the death, kill or be killed, before letting another thing hurt her babies?

Monday, May 11, 2009

No Frizz

Not too long ago, I wrote about the Today Show's Triple Threat, frizz. I was so excited to try it and give you all a shining review of what a miracle product this is. Take it from me, my hair needs a miracle product.  Well, here it goes.

I was pretty disappointed with this product. I bought the version for medium to thick hair. That is not to say it didn't work, but it didn't work any better than any of the other products I have tried, at a much cheaper price. A 4 oz. bottle of frizz is $24.00.  You can buy it online at LivingProof or at Sephora stores or online.

The triple threat the Today Show described was that the product:
  • Elimates frizz - It did this only to the degree that other products do.  It did not eliminate the need for me to use a flat iron and other products to get my hair under control.
  • Shortens the drying time by half - Um, no.
  • Repels dirt - I didn't notice my hair seemed any more dirt repellent after a month a couple of days of not washing it than I do with any other product.
I have tried it on multiple occasions and the only thing I can think to try differently is to try the two other versions: fine to medium hair (not really me) or thick to coarse hair (most likely this one).  I may do that.  The other thing that might make a difference is to use it on a more regular basis.  Though I have used it multiple times, it has never been consecutively.  I'm not sure if that matters, but it might be something to consider.

I have looked at reviews others have written about this product and it does seem people either really like it or aren't impressed at all.  Obviously, I am in the latter group.  But I had to give it a try, it was on the Today Show after all.  Oddly enough, it was on again today, being touted by a different beauty "expert."  So maybe I am missing something.  I watched the video, as far as I know I used the product correctly, but just didn't see the results I had hoped for.  Maybe I set my standards too high.  Maybe I have unruly hair.  Maybe I should try the stronger version.  Maybe I will and I will blog again with better results.

They also sent me a sample of the Wave Shaping No Frizz Cream.  I hated it.  My hair felt very gummy and sticky after blowing it dry.  It was almost like when you have a ton of hairspray on your hair and go out into a misty, damp day and your hair gets a thin layer of muck.  I remember those days from having plastered 80's hair.

So, I am back to some of my usual products and have incorporated a couple of new ones.  The last few days, my hair has felt pretty damn good and not frizzy at all, with a little work, of course!

What products do you use that you like for your hair type?

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Happy Un-Mother's Day

I am a mom.  Every day.  I cook, I clean (sort of), I make sure the kids are clean.  I help with homework, I provide a taxi service.  I enforce the rules, I answer questions, I play.  I argue, I set guidelines, I throw up my hands in frustration.  I cheer, I support, I am their biggest fan.  I worry, I fret, I love.  I would lay down my life for these three kids.  I wouldn't change any of this.  I chose it and I would do it again in a New York minute.  In the future, when they are grown and gone, I will still be a mom.  Every day.

What does it mean to celebrate Mother's Day?  I guess it is different for everyone, but I would like to make a suggestion to Hallmark to rename the holiday.  I would like it to be Un-Mother's Day. One day a year when I rest.  Really rest.  Give up the worry and the work (but never the love!) and do my own thing, on my own terms and on my own schedule.  For me, that means no schedule, nowhere to be at a set time, no cooking, no cleaning, no work.  If I decide to go somewhere, I just hop in the car and go.  If I decide to lay in bed all day, I do.  If I decide to join my husband and kids outside or for a bike ride, so be it.   

My husband and kids are good at allowing this to happen (and honestly, it happens more than once a year!).  Now if I can just let other's know this is what I want for Mother's Day...until then, I will be a daughter and a mom on Mother's Day.

Happy Un-Mother's Day everyone!  May you get to do what YOU want to do today.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

I think it might be time for a real pet

We have been in our house almost three years now. Each year, my youngest, CJ, has managed to have a "pet" spider. I HATE spiders, but thankfully they have been outside. Until now. The first one was in a small tree and it really was quite fascinating to watch. Last year, there was a spider just outside the window and if we made too much noise while watching it, it would run in behind the shutter. Both spiders were named Spiderly, by CJ.

This year, the latest family pet has joined us inside. It's a smallish black spider and it's name is ... you guessed it, Spiderly. It is always on the ceiling. We have ten foot ceilings and there really is not an easy way for me to get to it. It was on the window blind one day and as I opened a window, I swear that spider jumped on me and then jumped off of me onto the window shade and disappeared. I already had my shoe off and trying to smash it with CJ in the background screeching "why are you trying to kill my friend?" It has remained on the ceiling since, at least when we see it. Who knows where that thing is lurking when we aren't seeing it. Whenever it starts coming my way, CJ will taunt me with "Spiderly is coming to get you!" and then he laughs. An evil, wicked five year old laugh. When I get up or move, he will say "You aren't going to kill him, are you?" I told him as long as Spiderly stays on the ceiling, he is welcome to remain in the family.

Today, as we were leaving the house for school, Spiderly was lurking on the ceiling. All of a sudden, CJ ran back in the house shouting, "I have to go say goodbye to Spiderly!" and I heard him, in his very sweet five year old voice, affectionately say "Goodbye, Spiderly!"

I need to talk to my husband again about those allergy shots he would need in order for us to get a cat.

(PS: I swear, not five minutes after writing this post, CJ came to tell me, "Spiderly is on the floor and he is all growed up." SHIT, that can only mean there is one of those huge hairy spiders roaming around and dammit, my husband is not at home! I prepared to kick some spider ass put on my shoes and we located the "grown up" Spiderly. Thankfully, this was a brown spider, ie: not Spiderly, and it was not big at all. One stomp, and it was gone.)

Friday, May 8, 2009

Friday Fragments

It's Friday, Friday, Friday! Thank goodness, it's Friday! I swear on Wednesday, I thought for sure it was Friday. Here are my fragmented thoughts outpouring themselves onto this blog. Check them out and then go visit Mrs. 4444 for some more Fragmented bloggers.

Nivea's Goodbye Cellulite Smoothing Cream
Have you seen this commercial? I'd like to know exactly WHERE these skinny bitches had cellulite to say goodbye to. Until I see someone, say, oh, like me, who has a dimpled ass and thighs, has birthed three huge babies and is short, show before and after pictures of this supposedly "goodbye cellulite" miracle product, I'm going to have to go with my gut instinct that IT DOESN'T WORK! Although, if a product does come out that can make me tall and skinny, I'm there!

I either have swine flu or I am having some serious menopause symptoms. Cold, comfortable, cold, HOT. HOT. HOT. Sweaty, have to open the windows hot. Cold, comfortable, cold, HOT! I am almost never hot and spend most of my time being cold, so I am getting some sideways glances from my husband.

I've had a hard time keeping my shit together lately. This is not totally out of the ordinary for me, but often I can fake it enough that it at least LOOKS like I have my shit together. I have not even been able to do that. Last week, CJ had his first t-ball game. I thought he had to be there at 5:30. Oops, the game STARTED at 5:30. We got there about 5:45 only to find the fields empty. Thankfully, I WAS at the right place, but the game had been rained out. I didn't even bother to call the rainout line prior to the game. Duh. Then this week I went to work on Tuesday, which is my scheduled night. The manager said, "Are you scheduled to work tonight?" I respond with, "It is Tuesday, isn't it?" thinking "holy crap, what day is it?" She then says, "Yes, but it's the first Tuesday of the month, so you work on Thursday because of your PTO meeting." Don't panic, though, readers, I was NOT missing the PTO meeting. It was rescheduled for next Monday and I forgot to update my PDA that there was not a board meeting and I still didn't have to work! At least I did remember to go to work on Thursday, when I REALLY was supposed to be there. I know from past management experience, it's not uncommon for employees and applicants to be a "no show" but I wonder how many people show up when they aren't supposed to? I also had a PTO meeting on Wednesday and totally skipped it. I just didn't feel like going - hubs out of town, homework to do, food to serve. I just wasn't up to it. It was the last meeting of the year, and mark my words, I do not plan to ever be on another PTO board. I was even asked to continue my position and I politely said "Hell NO!" Well, not really, I just said I was not planning to continue on the board but that I would be happy to help out in other areas as my schedule permits.

How long does it take for Easter grass to stop cropping up everywhere in my house? I have thrown away the grass and put away the baskets and I am STILL finding that green floss around the house.

When will I get to be the MOTHER on Mother's Day? My husband and kids are great about Mother's Day. My own mother, not so much.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Bead for Life

I saw this incredibly inspiring story on the Today Show yesterday and wanted to share it with you. I am planning to host a party in the near future and think all of you should consider it, too! If you don't want to host a party, though, check out their store and order something online. What about blogging about this great organization, too? Get the word out!

BeadforLife's mission statement is: BeadforLife creates sustainable opportunities for women to lift their families out of extreme poverty by connecting people worldwide in a circle of exchange that enriches everyone.

The beads are made from using recycled paper and rolling them into beads and then covering with a sealent. The beads are then used to make earrings, necklaces and bracelets. You can watch a video HERE and I suggest you watch it. It is interesting and uplifting to see these women work and commune together while making decent wages.

What an incredible story about incredible women!

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

The Contract

I have been working on the cell phone contract for Big E. This is what I have so far. For anyone out there with teens and cell phones, is there anything I am missing? Something that has come up along the way with you and your kids that needed to be addressed that I can put in here? I don't mind adding or changing the "rules" at a later date, but I would like to have as much in here as I can.

I realize there are people out there who think this is too much, too strict, too "big brother" or whatever. Frankly, I don't care.

I find it a little amusing that I am writing this contract, because in all honesty, my husband and I are pretty laid back. We do give our kids a lot of flexibility, chances to show they are responsible and at times, I feel like I let them get away with way too much. We don't typically enforce huge punishments when they mess up, especially if it's the first time. Thankfully, they are still young enough that they haven't done anything to warrant major disciplinary action. Yet. We do stick to our guns, though, when we do lay down the law and I have no doubt that Big E knows when we say we are going to do something, we mean it.

I do believe this contract will show Big E how serious we are about the rules we have in place for having this phone. It is a privilege, not a right, and I want him to understand we can, and will, eliminate that privilege if he chooses not to handle it responsibly and/or to not follow the rules. Since we have not ever done anything like this before, he understands we mean business. He keeps asking when the contract will be ready for him to sign!

Contract for Cell Phone

  1. I will not send any inappropriate text messages. This includes texts with profanity or sexual comments.
  2. If I receive the above type of text messages, I will show the inappropriate text messages to my parents.
  3. I will not use my phone from the hours of 9pm-7am or during the school day. The only exception to this is if I need to call my parents or if I need to call an adult for an emergency.
  4. If my phone needs to be replaced because I, or someone around me, has mishandled it or lost it, I will have to pay the replacement cost.
  5. I will not give my phone to others.
  6. I will not give my phone number to anyone I do not know or to anyone I do not trust.
  7. The phone will remain in the kitchen during the night hours.
  8. My parents have access to my phone messages, text messages and call log at all times and will likely review this information on a regular/daily basis. I will not delete messages so they can not see/hear them.
  9. My parents can add to or change these rules at any time.
  10. If I do not follow these rules, I will lose my cell phone privileges for a set period of time or possibly permanently.

Monday, May 4, 2009

Here's to good friends!

Last week I had dinner with friends from my old neighborhood. Man, these people saw me through two of my three babies and one of my brain surgeries. We have experienced births, and unfortunately deaths, of our children, exciting accomplishments and crushing dissapointments. There have also been a few goodbyes as some of us moved away. I love getting together with these gals. Our children range in age from infant to high school and there is a wealth of knowledge and good advice from chatting it up with these women. They can get a little crazy, too, which makes our time together even better, even if it's just to hear the stories of drunken concert nights, adults only vacations and crazy-ass Christmas parties.

Soon I will be catching up with my Kansas friends, affectionately called the Ladies' Loungers. First, in St. Louis on a mom/kid vacation, and then later in June for a moms only lake trip. These woman make me laugh until my stomach hurts. I swear, there are times when I can't catch my breath. We drink a lot, laugh a ton and occasionally steal signs from businesses' yards that catch our attention. No, we did not eat at the restaurant that had this sign out in front. However, we couldn't resist drinking a little, or a lot, too much and going out for drive (with a designated driver) to steal it right out from under them!
Then there is my BFF. I am really not liking the 14 hour difference between the two of us. My easiest time to talk is when I am in the car sans kids. That way, I can say whatever I want with whatever language I want about anyone I want without little ears hearing. I can't do that now and it bites. We do talk on a regular basis, though, and it is obvious to us both that 7,500 miles cannot slow this friendship down.

And I can't forget my neighbor friends. I love being able to wander over to their houses when I need a few (or many) minutes of a break! Or my post college roommate who supplies me with good music for my blog. I look forward to every outing with him!

Now that I have babbled endlessly, you might wonder what my point is? It is that I feel very blessed for good friends. I may not see or talk to them as often as I would like, but their mark on my life is permanently etched with good memories. I love my family (as in parents, in-laws, siblings, etc.), A LOT, but I don't have much in common with them and often feel kind of a void when I think about our relathionships. So it really is my friends who bring me the joyful times I so enjoy and long for.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

12 years

Today is my oldest son's birthday. Big E will turn 12 at 9:02pm. We had a video camera in the room that day and we used it to "video tape" the Derby onto our birth video that afternoon. Derby Day has a special meaning for us, even though we aren't derby fans.

We celebrated on Saturday night with a sleepover that involved playing Ultimate frisbee at the clubhouse field, pizza, Oreo ice cream cake, kick the can in the dark and, of course, staying up late! It was the typical "no sleep" sleepover.

I am not one of those moms that gets sad at seeing my kids get older. Having three kids, I have experienced many stages. I am often asked, "What is your favorite stage?" and my answer is always the same, "Whatever stage they are in now." (I do have to mention though, I was NOT a big fan of 3. I don't know whoever coined the term "terrible twos" but I think I could have named year three as "homicidal threes" because I thought I was going to go postal, all three times!) I love seeing my kids grow up and become little people and now, for one of them, almost a teenager. I may change my tune when they start moving out, but for now, I think I am the only mom I have ever heard say "I can't wait until my kids can drive so I don't have to do the taxi shuffle." Not that I don't like doing the taxi shuffle. Like their stages, though, I pretty much enjoy the stage I am in with them (give or take a few things, of course. Hell, I don't think any stage is PERFECT!), and I think the "Yay, you can drive yourself to baseball practice!" stage sounds pretty damn exciting for all involved!

Big E is a good kid. He gets good grades, he chooses good friends and he has the potential to be a great litigation attorney. This kid can argue any side of anything, even if he doesn't agree with it himself. I am NOT sure where he gets THAT. Ahem. But I digress.

Because of his good behavior and ability to prove himself responsible for his age, we (well, really me, I think MG would have preferred to wait a couple of more years) got him a cell phone. There are lots of rules to the phone, many we can control via parental controls. No sending or receiving photos. Yep, there's a block for that (thanks, Mrs. 4444 for alerting me to that!). No sending or receiving calls or texts after a certain time of day or during the school day. Yep, there's a block for that. We will use that block, but more importantly, I will require he deposit the phone downstairs on the table before he goes to bed. No accessing the web on the phone. Yep, you got it, a block for that, too.

The clincher is that MG or I will be reading his text messages on a regular basis. A little too big brother, you say? I think so, too. But I recently read an editorial by a dad who does this every day. He quickly discovered that while his 14 yr. old daughter was responsible about the e-mails she sent, she had no control over the ones she received. And she was receiving some doosies (sp?); requests for nude photos and other inappropriate interactions. Even though she responded "no" or tried to ignore them, the boys would often keep asking, I assume hoping to wear her down. When the dad got to those text messages, he would respond to them with "This is Suzie's dad. If you text her again, I will alert your parents and the authorities. You are breaking the law." That would put an end to it. We will be doing the same thing, so maybe he will give his friends a heads up. We are also going to write up all of this as a "contract" for having the privilege of a phone and having Big E sign it so he understands the rules and has them in black and white.

So while I enjoy watching them grow up, I also know the necessity of implementing safety features to keep them safe and secure during that process!

Happy Birthday, Big E!

Here is Big E with his new phone and a football jersey trading card he wanted.  CJ hopped in and stuck out his tongue!
Here some of the boys playing Ultimate yesterday.


Here are three of the boys that stayed all night.  Two others had already left for church.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Do It Yourself Skincare

It's been a while since I have talked about my skincare regimen. It's nothing fancy, not even close. I use The Oil Cleansing Method.. You can read about my version here and here and here if you are interested. And you know you are. So go on, go check it out and then come back to finish reading this post.

Well, recently I came across the following, thanks to Marie at Vintage Postcards. I just couldn't resist sharing it and I will be giving it a try very soon. I just need to get me some cocoa powder. I am not sure Hershey's Chocolate Syrup would have the same effect.

Here's a DIY chocolate mask recipe video! It's easy peasy and will leave your normal, dehydrated or mature (that's me!) skin glowing!

2 tablespoons cocoa powder
2 tablespoons yoghurt
1 tablespoon honey
3 tablespoons finely chopped oats
Mix and slather this edible mixture on your face. Leave on for 20 minutes then rinse off with water.




Now for the eyebrow threading. I've received a few questions regarding that as well. This is the video Rose from Delightfully Inappropriate hooked me up with. It's easy and pain free. At least it was for me. I have heard from a few others that they think it feels the same as plucking, but I swear, if I hadn't seen my the little hairs trickling onto the sink top, I would not have known any "de-browing" was taking place!

Friday, May 1, 2009

Friday Fragments

It's Friday and time for Mrs. 4444's Friday Fragments excitement. I am full of shit fragments this week!

  • Stellan is home from the hospital.
  • I went out to dinner with some friends last night and was getting dressed while my husband was in the room.  When I was all dressed he said, "How many guys hit on you when you go out?"  I laughed and said, "None!" in a rather disappointed tone (though we aren't really at restaurants where a cougar-mama is going to get hit on.  Maybe we need to try a few clubs around town, instead!).  He responded with, "Well, that's too bad because I think you are HOT!"  Isn't he nice.
  • Thanks to Catherine at Evolving Mommy!  I won her contest for a $25 gift certificate to EcoStore.  I can't wait to shop for some eco-friendly supplies.
  • Thanks to Rose at Delightfully Inappropriate, I learned how to thread my eyebrows. She answered my questions, gave me tips and sent me a link to the video she learned from. I watched and within about ten minutes I was threading away! I was amazed that it didn't hurt ONE bit. None. Nada. Zilch. If I hadn't seen some of the hairs fall to the sink top or if I hadn't heard the little "pop," which I assume is the hair root being yanked from it's home, I would have thought nothing was happening. I did get a little overzealous and yanked out a hunk that definitely should have remained attached to my brow, but thankfully, I am able to succesfully create a "comb over" until it grows back.
  • We had four days in a row of beautiful weather. This resulted in me digging out some summer clothes. It's amazing that five little extra pounds (at least it's only five according to the scale) can make everything fit all wrong! So I went out and bought a few new things , which I need anyway since I am going to be cleaning out my closets and getting rid of just about everything and starting over.
  • Big E has two coaches for his baseball team. They are good friends, but different personalities. They are both very positive, but one is more likely to yell things like "Get your head in the game!" "What were you doing?" "Run faster!" while the other coach shouts "It's ok, you'll get it next time!" type comments. The "you'll get it next time" coach is one of the most mild mannered men I have ever met. So it was with great shock and surprise when he totally lost it the other night (with one of the umpires, not a player) and was thrown out of the game and practically escorted from the ball park. He is now suspended for two games. I have to chuckle every time I think about it because it was SO out of character for him. Thankfully, he has been able to chuckle about it, too. And he did apologize to the parents and the kids.
  • I noticed CJ's bangs looked a little funny. I called him over and took a closer look. Yep, they looked like they had been given a home shearing. He just got his hair cut a couple of days before I noticed the funkiness of his new bangs and I knew this just didn't look right. Our conversation went like this:
    Me: "Did you cut your hair?"
    CJ: "I don't know."
    Me: "Did you cut your hair?"
    CJ: "I don't know."
    Me: "I need you to tell me if you cut your hair." (Of course, I can tell by the look on his face he is hiding the truth, as if the hair wasn't obvious enough.)
    CJ: "Well, are you going to be mad?"
    I couldn't help but crack up and neither could my husband. After much conversation we got the full story. He went upstairs with the intention of cutting his hair with the electric trimmers that my husband uses to trim his beard. He even showed MG where his hiding place in the closet was for the actual trimming AND where he "hid" the hair. There was indeed a little pile of CJ's hair right there in our closet. In this picture you can see where he shaved up into his hair. leaving a thin, but not quite bald, spot.  He admitted to hiding the hair because he "didn't want to get in trouble."


  • "What do y'all think of this season's maxi dress? I really like them, but being 5'3", I am not sure I can pull it off. I don't mind having to get something hemmed, which I would need to do or else it would have a train on it, but I am still concerned I will be swallowed whole by this dress. I'll have to check out a few to make my final decision. Although, if that background of blue skies and ocean waters comes with the dress, I don't care how far the damn dress drags behind me, I'll take it!