My neighbor friend and I went shopping yesterday. If you haven't tried the undies Jockey is making you need to get a pair - or six. They are made of all natural fibers, including bamboo, and they are so very comfortable. In our quest for the Jockey store, of course we had to stop and shop along the way.
Unexpectedly, I found a pair of undies that "hold it all in" and most importantly, stops the jiggle. Basically, they are skin tight spandex that go from your butt/crotch to up to below your boobs. This is exactly what I need to wear under a couple of sundresses I have. So I bought them. Then my neighbor friend bought a pair. We were cracking up wondering what our husbands were going to say about these uber sexy underwear.
When I got home, I pulled them out and showed them to my husband. The look on his face was the equivalent of what I would expect when a man imagines his mother naked. He then said, yes he really said it, "Why don't you just do some sit ups." Lucky for me, or maybe lucky for him, I am not easily offended, easily hurt, and I don't easily have my ego knocked down a peg. Lucky for me AND him, I have a pretty good sense of humor. I laughed and made some comment along the lines of "why would I need to do sit ups when I can just buy undies that have the strength of a suit of armor?"
Later, I was outside doing something when I saw my friend's husband out on the driveway (our driveways practically connect). I asked him about the undies and what Chris said. He laughed and made the comment that is now the title of this post.
I don't like rules. I think most hard and fast rules are rules for those who can't figure out right from wrong, good decisions from bad ones. For the rest of us, rules are guidelines. Kind of like "this is a good idea, but if you have a better one, go for it!" I realize to many, I could be categorized as a "rule breaker". In fact, I think my BFF called me that in this video.
Once I had kids, I made a "rule" for our family. Now since I don't like rules, I would prefer to call it a guideline, but in reality it is a rule. That rule is that each child can only participate in two activities at a time; only one of them can be a competitive sport. There are probably some who will read this and gasp that I would "deprive" my children from doing everything they want to do. That I am depriving them from playing the drums, simultaneously being on a baseball, soccer and swim team, taking cooking classes and being in the school play - all at the same time. I actually had a neighbor complain to me one time about how she spent all of her time in the car going to two soccer practices, football, dance, and more - all for two kids. I mentioned my "rule" to her and she looked at me with all seriousness and said, "but if we weren't in the car going somewhere, then I would be stuck at home with them." Seriously? Anyway, all that "deprivation" my kids are experiencing means we get to have dinners together a couple of times a week, we aren't running around stressing about how to get homework done, eating dinner in the car and wondering when we are going to sleep. Oh, and we don't have one team that is less of a priority than another.
At least we weren't one of those families that had to juggle those things. Then, because I didn't pay much attention, I signed CJ up for spring soccer back in January. Then along came baseball sign ups and I signed him up for that. It had never been a problem to play spring soccer and baseball. Well, we got the practice schedules and play dates and low and behold, the practices are on the SAME night and the seasons are almost identical dates. How did this happen? I was talking to my husband explaining we didn't have this problem last year - the seasons didn't over lap. Soccer was an early spring sport and baseball started up as soccer was ending. After a few days of being totally perplexed about how I got our family into this, I realized ... CJ did NOT play spring soccer last year. He played baseball in the spring and soccer in the fall. I'm guessing there was a reason we did that! When we lived in KS, the seasons didn't overlap, but here they do and apparently I had my head up my ass this year when signing up for sports. Last year, though? I knew what was going on. Somehow, between last spring and this spring, I stopped paying attention and now we have to be two places at once.
So yesterday, I was all caught up in the way the healthcare bill passed. I still don't like it. I still think a lot of sneaky deals were made and that the bill should have stood on its own merits without having to convince, coerce, bribe people to vote. That makes me skeptical about the bill.
I also would have like to have seen a more "equal" representation for support of the bill. I think there are many reasons there aren't - the Republicans don't like most of what is proposed by the Democrats, the Democrats don't want to be caught agreeing with, or event talking to, the Republicans. I think at this point, it's not "let's do what is right and in the best interest of our country" but instead it's become a battle of wills - us vs. them type mentality and in that, no one wins. There are no compromises or working together. I think a lot of noses are being cut off to spite their faces. (Did I get that phrase right?)
BUT, I do think there are a lot of good things in this bill. As someone who has been denied insurance coverage, and would be again if I had to purchase it outside of my husband's big employer, I like the no pre-existing condition clause. As someone who got a job right out of college and then the company went out of business and left me without insurance, I like that parents can now keep their kids on their policies for longer. I am happy that I would be able to do that for my kids if they needed it. I could go on with some of the other things I like. I don't need to, though, because the only point I wanted to make is that, though there are some things I've heard that make me concerned and nervous, and I am anxious to see how this all pans out financially, for my family and for our national deficit, there are some good things, too. For now, I'm going to focus on those. I'm excited to see how it all works out - the bickering, the arguing, the changes, the attempts for repeal - over the years.
The blogging material seems to be a little slow for me these days. Why? Good question. It's not like I ever find myself at a loss for words. I always have words, but I guess some days I just don't feel like talking. That's it. I'm all talked out maybe. Or just not in the mood to talk.
Yesterday and today, I've been pseudo following the health care stuff. Wow. Now there's some serious blog fodder. However, I don't really plan to tackle it too much. Really, how can anyone, there's so much shit in that bill. I am disappointed how the bill passed. I think it would have been better to break down the 2,000+ pages into manageable information so that everyone understood the bill. Hell, had a chance to actually READ the bill for that matter instead of just focusing on the one or two items that each individual was shooting for and ignoring everything else in the bill. I think voting on individual bills was the better way to go. I think there would have been more support from everyone and I think it would have resulted in a better plan.
I think when a bill is passed because people have been coerced, bribed, given special consideration, paid off, then the bill probably isn't a good one. If it can't pass on its own merits, then it shouldn't pass. And for those asshats who were able to be persuaded to vote for a bad bill with some cashola, tax breaks, party favors or whatever else was offered, shame on them. It doesn't make the bill any better.
I can only assume this means the Republicans will take over in the fall. I think the Democrats have dug their own graves as of early this morning when they cast their votes. And you know what bothers me most about that? I am not a big fan of Nancy Pelosi. She kind of gets on my nerves. But I dread even more that I will have to look at and hear John Boehner as Speaker of the House. He gives me the creeps and he hails from right next door from where I live. So I already have to see/hear him locally, but if he becomes Speaker of the House? Aye, yi, yi.
Tiger Woods, John "Johnny" Edwards, Jesse James...though they are all recent guilty parties, the list goes on. I have spoken many times about what assholes I think they are - the big egos, the non-concern for hurting others, the lies, the cover ups, the infidelity. But now I am going to attack the other half of those relationships. If men want to be assholes, so be it. But why do these "other women" play along? What in a woman's thoughts say, "Oh, he's married. No big deal." All I can say to that is "selfish bitch." I have no doubt if a married man came on to me, or if I was with someone and found out they were married, my response would be "You're an asshole. Find someone else who is as shitty as you."
As we all know, kids say funny things. Mine are no exception.
CJ said both of these things last week:
CJ: "Mom, do you know what they say about March? 'In like a tiger out like a poodle.'"
Me: "Wow. I always heard in like a lion out like a lamb."
CJ, with a laugh: "Oh yeah, that's how I heard it. I just couldn't remember which animals, so I made it up."
CJ: "My poop smells like air...fresh air."
This one really had me laughing. My dad grew up working on a dairy farm and therefore, was very accustomed to the smell of cow shit. When I was growing up, and even now, whenever we drove by a farm and smelled cow shit and my brother(s) and I were in the back seat gagging and wretching, my dad would always say "Mmmmm...fresh air!" CJ's comment made me think of this.
Yesterday, Sous Chef was driving me nuts worrying (in a not overly worried kind of way) about the structure of the back of his knee. He's showing me wrinkles and how they look when his leg is straight, bent, 1/2 bent. Then he pointed out the back of his other knee was not exactly the same. Then he calls me over to show me a "dent". I explained to him that the popliteal space is normal and we all have it. Apparently, my tone was one of frustration, because he then said, "Mom, please don't talk to me like that. I am just a kid and I don't know these things."
And Big E? Well, since he's the one my post was about yesterday, I don't think I will share any of his comments.
I had to chuckle. I recently had a hit on my blog from someone who did a search for "3 kids under the influence". Man, I have three kids and there are times I wish they were under the influence of something. Something good. Something that's not only good for them, but good for me.
Right now, they seem to be under the influence of smart mouths. Ok, not 100% of the time, but enough that I am really tired of hearing myself and my husband say "Stop talking back" and then sending a child, almost exclusively the older child, to his room so "I don't have to listen to your smart mouth." It sticks for a few days, and then low and behold, that smart mouth is back. I'm not sure what type of influence he's under, but I think it has to do with being almost 13.
Have you seen or read anything about Jesse Ventura's new book? I have seen him on The View and also on The Today Show. And let me start by saying, that man needs to do something with what little hair he has left. I wonder what conspiracy is causing him to walk around looking like that? He looks much better on this cover than he does in the interviews. But I digress. Unfortunately, I have not seen 100% of either interview, but from what I can gather, he thinks the government is behind many unsolved mysteries and his book addresses like, 14 or so of them. Including 9/11. Some of what I have heard him say is just downright wacky, on other issues, he has made some good points.
I don't really trust many people. Ok, that's not actually true. I trust most people, but nothing surprises me. That's what I meant. In case that doesn't make sense, let me just say that I think many (though there are exceptions and some people are just down right mean and evil.) people mean well and would prefer to make the right decisions, but when they don't, I don't really get all that surprised. I mean really, you can only be shocked by so many headline stories before you just shake your head and think "There goes another one. Asshole." (I put "asshole" in there because it's usually a man who has made the big mistake, and the mistakes vary from man to man, but the mistake usually results in him being an asshole, or worse.)
I am not really much of a conspiracy theorist. Do I think the government was behind the death of JFK, Robert Kennedy or Martin Luther King, Jr.? Well, like stated above, I wouldn't be surprised. But that doesn't mean I am running around screaming "Conspiracy! Conspiracy!" What about Princess Diana? Again, I wouldn't be surprised. I have come to understand that people, especially those with reputations to protect, images to uphold and egos to feed, will do just about anything to save themselves from shame and embarrassment, not to mention jail and big fines. It seems politicians/government officials, clergy, high level executives and athletes make up a large population of these people. I also believe that those in charge, those who think they are in charge or those who WANT TO BE in charge tell us what we want to hear, try to tell us what to think and what to believe. Unfortunately, too many people are ok with that because it seems much of society doesn't want to think through anything or analyze the facts or situations to make their own decisions. It's just easier to be told how, what and when and leave it at that. I call this the "blank slate" syndrome. So many people have a blank slate and are just waiting for others to fill it with thoughts, actions and beliefs.
So I just don't know what to think about the book. I think maybe I should read it just to see exactly what he is saying and why. I still don't think it would make me run around screaming "conspiracy!" but it might give me something to think about. Then, if these "conspiracies" are ever proven true, I really won't be surprised.
For some strange reason, I have always had a somewhat irrational fear of tornadoes. I think it might be because of a) The Wizard of Oz, which happens to be a movie I really DON'T like to this day or b) when I was a kid, there was a horrible tornado, in a community that was near where I lived and had people we knew who lived there, that resulted in the death of many. If it's not either of those things, I have no clue why I have that fear.
Over my lifetime, I have had dream after dream of seeing a tornado coming at me. Sometimes multiple tornadoes. And you know how dreams are. You can't run, you can't scream. You just stand there.
In 1999, I experienced my first tornado. To make a long story short, I was awake when the tornado sirens went off at 5AM. Once Big E, who was 1 y/o. and I were in the basement, the TV guy came on and said if you live in "X or XX, take cover immediately!" We lived in XX. When I got from the main part of the basement to the bottom of the basement stairs, I heard that train sound you hear about, getting louder and louder. All of our lights went out and the train sound started fading. I was just standing there. I yelled upstais to my husband, "Did you hear that?" Of course, he had. I asked him what he was doing. I shit you not, he said, "I was upstairs looking out the bathroom window." People, it was 5:00 in the morning, it was dark, and our backyard was almost a forest of 30 foot and higher trees. He wouldn't have seen anything until that tornado uprooted a tree and shot it through our house. He swears he would have had time to get from the second floor to the basement. Later that day, I discovered every other husband in the neighborhood was doing something similar - looking out windows, standing on back porches. Crazy men folk. Minus the power outages and some trees being down, our neighborhood was undamaged. Unfortunately, four people died that day.
Several years later, we moved to Kansas. Oh dear. One of the first things I asked our real estate agent was how many tornadoes she had seen in her life. For her, only one. That sounded like pretty good odds to me. We lived three years in Kansas without having a tornado. We did have bad storms, straight line winds, lightning strike our backyard (which honestly, was as scary as any tornado!) and lots of warnings, but no actual tornadoes.
Last summer, we hooked up with our Kansas friends in St. Louis. I shit you not (yes, I am using that phrase again) when I tell you that, on our way home from the St. Louis Zoo to our hotel, we got caught in a horrible storm. When we finally made it to the top of our exit ramp for our hotel, right in front of us was a tornado. I just sat there. I wasn't even really scared. I had a van full of kids, only three belonging to me, and all I said was, "Do you guys see that debris twirling around?" Finally, my friends whom I was following, who apparently were as stunned as I was, drove off quickly in what we hoped would be away from where the tornado was heading. Thankfully, she was right, but we were being pounded with lightning. It was thrilling. When we finally came to a stop, they called me and said, "Do you know where we are?" All I could say was, "Hell NO! I was too busy watching that swirling cloud of debris to pay attention to where we were going!" The tornado had hit the business complex where our hotels were. Thankfully, our hotels were only out of power and not damaged. I was able to move rooms to get one with electricity but at least one of us had to move hotels.
Since living back in Ohio, we have huddled in our basement a couple of times. We live in the corner of three counties, so we get to hear all three county sirens, which is kind of cool. Thankfully, nothing serious and no tornado touchdowns near our house, though there have been a few funnel clouds.
So you're probably wondering where the hell I am going with this story. I didn't really mean this to be a "Jo's Tornado History Lesson." It is now tornado season here. Tornadoes are already happening in the middle and southern parts of the country. And my tornado dreams are back. However, they are different than they used to be. In my dreams now, though I am a little scared, I stand there and watch them. They usually end up coming close and then I either wake up or they go in the other direction. Maybe I have finally conquered my crazy, irrational fear of tornadoes!
I was giving a massage the other day when all of a sudden, I noticed my hands were shaking. Not exhausted , tired shaking from doing deep massage work, but nervous, out of control shaking. Of course, once I noticed that, I then moved on to notice a rapid heart rate, light headedness and heat. Hot flash? Maybe. Freakin' out that I am going to faint during this massage? At this point, definitely. I thought I was going down. That would be lovely wouldn't it? To all of a sudden have your therapist drop to the floor? To be laying on a comfy, warm massage table, totally relaxed, and all of a sudden the massage stops and you hear a thud? Wow, I bet that's a massage she would have never forgotten!
I managed to calm myself down by focusing on the very relaxing music my clinic plays for our clients, I focused on the massage and the client, who had gotten some time away from her little ones to enjoy some time to herself. I really didn't need to transfer my issues to her! Maybe, though, I was taking on her energy and it just took me over. I prefer to think it was that and not a hot flash. A panic attack wouldn't be unheard of. I've only had a few in my lifetime and I was able to attribute their onset to certain things. Not this time. According to my most recent doctor's appointment, I shouldn't be experiencing these things YET. My mom had an emergency hysterectomy when she was 41, maybe 42 (my age), so I can't really ask her when menopause set in for her to try to gauge what I should expect based on genetics.
As soon as the massage was over, I ran to the office and grabbed the essential oil that we use on clients with "anxiety." I think I sniffed that little bottle so hard that the oil came sucking out and right up my nose. It did seem to help. If it happens again, I am going to go one step further and drop a few drops under my tongue! I can also assume that giving up caffeine may help, but I don't see that happening unless this little phenomena starts repeating itself on a reguar basis.
Not too long ago, a friend shared a recipe with me that I published HERE. It was an instant hit with me and several others who have been around when I have made it. One of them kindly shared she had a burrito recipe that was similar. I made the burritos last week for a friend who was recently diagnosed and had surgery for breast cancer. She is a vegetarian who doesn't like mushrooms (Which I just don't get. I don't understand how anyone cannot like mushrooms, especially a vegetarian!) and her husband doesn't like beans. There went every vegetarian chili recipe I own. Their kids? They like pasta but not red sauce. I was feeling very recipe challenged until I remembered the burrito recipe. I doubled the quantity and kept a batch for my family. I LOVED them the first time and the leftovers were even better. My husband liked them, but being he's not a huge fan of sweet potatoes and he's a total carnivore, I doubt that he would request them, unless I added some meat. The kids didn't touch them, but that's normal in these parts.
So without further ado, here's the recipe:
2 cups sweet potatoes, diced ½” cubes
1 cup frozen corn
2 cloves garlic, minced
2 tsp. chili powder
1 tsp. oregano
1 tsp. cumin
1 – 14 oz. can black beans, drained
1 green pepper, diced
1 ½ cups salsa
1 Tblsp. Lime juice
6 – 8” inch flour tortillas
1. Place sweet potatoes and corn in steamer. Steam until potatoes are soft, about 10 minutes. Transfer to bowl.
2. Add remaining ingredients to sweet potatoes and corn.
3. Place about 1 cup of mixture on each tortilla. ** You can add shredded cheddar at this point if you choose.
4. Fold “burrito style” and place in a 9x13 pan sprayed with cooking spray. Sprinkle with cheddar cheese, if desired. Cover with foil.
5. Bake at 350 degrees for 30 minutes.
6. You can serve with all the traditional burrito toppings that you like!
I made 1/2 of the one batch without beans since our friendly male friend doesn't like beans. Word has it, they really liked them!
Also, before baking, you can wrap and freeze the burritos individually for lunches or smaller dinners. Bon appetit!
Have you guys seen this thing? If not, go here. Now, if there is anyone who needs to work on flabby arms, it is ME. However, I don't think I could use this product, certainly not if anyone else was in the room because I would spend too much time laughing and no time exercising. It seems more like a contraption that should be marketed to men, or maybe young boys, who need practice for, well, just watch the video. It's almost disturbing, really. It's the most sexually suggestive exercise product I have ever seen. The first time I saw the commercial, I'm pretty sure I busted out laughing. This is the type of high quality products that are marketed in the middle of the night, when we insomniacs are awake and watching mindless television. The good news is, if you, or your man, are not satisfied with the results, you can get TRIPLE your money back. What a relief.
I haven't written a rather serious post with lots of political opinions in a while. So her it goes.
There is a highly watched, very disturbing local crime story currently taking place in my city. It is in the courts now and on the news and in the paper constantly. You can read about it here. The jury was picked last week. At that time, the man had not pleaded guilty to anything, but his attorney said something along the lines of his goal on this case "was NOT to get a not guilty verdict for his client, but to try to get life in prison and not the death penalty." The man pleaded guilty to two of the murders. He is entering a "not guilty" plea to the other two to try to avoid the death penalty. (On a side note, how can you enter a "not guilty" plea to something you've confessed to? Isn't that equivalent to perjury?) He did, however, confess to all four murders. The defendent has been given a makeover - new hairstyle, glasses, suit and tie. He changes into the clothes each morning and out of them each evening and back into his orange jumpsuit. His attorney is trying to make him appear more "human." The courts consider him such a security risk that he is shackled when going to and from court, he wears an electronic stun belt during the trial, glass toppings were removed from desk tops for fear he would break them and use a shard of glass to hurt someone or himself, he is not allowed to have a pen or pencil so they gave him crayons to take notes with.
I have always wanted to sit on a jury. I have never been called for jury duty. Oddly enough, I have friends who have served multiple times. I have also always said I hope I don't ever have to be involved in a death penalty case. I am not a strong proponent for the death penalty. However, I also don't ever want it removed as an option for punishment. But I would not want to be one deciding if another person should live or die. The other night on the news they said the jurors were being taken to all of the crime scenes. Not that there is any evidence left, but they wanted the jurors to see where these girls and women had died. At that point, I told my husband, "I don't think I could be on that jury."
If these teenagers or women were my daughter or mother or sister or best friend, I might feel differently about the death penalty, but I'm not sure. I would imagine sometimes the surviving loved ones get comfort from the death penalty, while other families and loved ones may want to see the criminal rot in prison. Once a defendant is found guilty, maybe the families should decide what the punishment is. They could be given a list of options, up to and including death in the manner which their loved one was murdered. That sounds so very cruel, but it does seem fair and pay backs are hell, right? They can select whichever punishment brings them the most peace.
If it was your loved one, do you know what punishment you would choose? I hope I am NEVER in a situation where I would need to make that decision.
I saw the final five movies yesterday for the Best Picture nomination for the Oscars. Someone commented the other day asking if I write reviews. I don't really write a reviews in the Siskel and Ebert kind of way, but I am happy to give my opinions. So here they are. I will put them in the order I saw them over the last two Saturdays.
Avatar 3-D: I loved the special effects - the colors, the 3-D (it's come a long way since I last saw a 3-D movie in the 1980's!), the creativity. I was disappointed with the movie over all. Maybe it had been so hyped up that I was expecting too much, but I overall, I thought it was just ok. I'm glad I saw it, but I don't think it belongs in the Best Picture nomination.
Up In the Air: This is my favorite. And not because I have a friend in the movie. I just love, love, love this movie. It really gets to the point about the importance of relationships, love, connections, dependence (good dependence, not co-dependence or "not being able to live" without the other type of dependence) on others. It is well written and well filmed.
Precious: I saw this movie earlier in the season and chose not to sit through it again. Not because it's not a good movie, but because it was hard for me to watch a child be so abused by those who are supposed to love her. I went to dinner instead.
The Blind Side: I really loved this movie. It was the 2nd time I saw it. It's such a good, warm and fuzzy film and the fact that it is a true story adds to it. However, it does seem like an odd nomination for the typically "independent" type films that get nominated.
Inglourious Basterds: I was a little nervous about this one because sometimes I don't do well with violence, mainly when the violence involves a lot of suffering, torture, pain. I had nightmares after Shindler's List and Saving Private Ryan and I wasn't sure what all would be involved in this movie. Also, in general, I have not been a Quentin Tarantino fan. I literally was squinting when this movie started so I could quickly close my eyes if I needed to. The violence in this movie did not bother me, though I did have bad dreams about running from people trying to find and kill me. I guess it was the Nazi theme that brought that out. Anyway, I made it through the movie with lots of laughs and I didn't want it to end.
Up So cute. Lots of laughs. Good story. I really enjoyed this movie. I am so glad I saw it. I can't imagine anyone, no matter their age, not liking this movie.
A Serious Man This is a Coen brothers movie. I haven't seen all of their movies, but I have yet to really like a Coen brothers movie. Raising Arizona is it for me. I can't even explain this movie to you because when it was over we all sat there staring at the screen saying "What the hell?" Even those in my group who love the Coen brothers didn't like it. Well, I think one person liked it. It has lots of individual moments that are quite funny, but as a whole, the movie is disconnected and confusing. I know the story is loosely based on the Bible story of Job, but even that knowledge did not help. When the emcees of the day asked the moviegoers who liked, at least 90% of the theater boo'ed it.
The Hurt Locker: This is another movie I really enjoyed. The story, the acting, the filming was all excellent. It's intense, loud, interesting. The story is written by a journalist who was embedded in a bomb squad in Iraq.
An Education: Another good one. It highlights how easily convinced one can be by another when love, glamour and excitement are involved. Based on a memoir.
District 9: The most.stupid.movie I have ever seen. Ok, maybe not ever, but in my most recent memory.
I'm back! It's been a while since I have participated in Friday Fragments. Sometimes my fragments are so fragmented, I can't even get them down in writing. Not today though - here they are. Mrs. 4444 has even more Friday Fragment bloggers you can check it out.
I left at least one item off my favorite things list - Moroccan Oil. This is the most incredible hair product EV-AH. If you buy it, do NOT buy an imitation in hopes of saving money. They are not the same. This seems to be a favorite thing that I am loyal to and I don't see that changing.
Five movies down last Saturday, the final five of the ten Best Picture nominations event is this Saturday. (If you have an AMC Theater near you, check to see if they are hosting this event.) We will be seeing Up, The Hurt Locker, A Serious Man, An Education and District 9. A 14 hour movie marathon. My ass is tired and my legs are stiff just thinking about it, but it's a ton of fun and totally worth the achiness the next day. It's amazing how a day of total laziness and being stuck upright in a theater chair can wreak havoc on a body. Last week I was lucky enough to have people next to me who left and I had three seats in a row. I put up the chair arms and laid down during The Blind Side since I had already seen it.
I am flying solo this weekend. The house to myself for three glorious days. Life is good.
I am loving some of the new TV shows - two of my favorites are Modern Family and The Good Wife. I also watched the premiere of Parenthood and it was good. Thank goodness for DVR. I sometimes catch up on these shows in the middle of the night when I am suffering from an attack of insomnia.
Speaking of insomnia, Wednesday night I had the most awesome night of sleep. It feels damn good!
It's official. I bought my ticket to BlogHer '10 last weekend. NYC may never be the same. My husband has already commented about whether or not he needs to worry about me and some of you other crazies terrorizing the city. Anyone interested in staying a few days extra to see a show and do some shopping/sight seeing?
In like a lion, out like a lamb. The sun has been shining in SW Ohio for TWO days now. I'm not sure when I last saw the sun. It's still chilly today, but this weekend it's supposed to be in the 50's. I took this picture yesterday. Apparently, Mother Nature is ready for spring, too.
Almost every day, my kids do something that makes me laugh, smile or sigh with happiness. Almost every day my kids do something that frustrates me, pisses me off and/or makes me want to pull out my hair. Almost every day, my kids do something that makes me want to pull out the hair of one or all of them.
Some days, one of my kids does something that takes my breath away. In a good way. When Sous Chef brought this poem home (with a 100% score on it no less), it was one of those "some days."
I am retyping this poem, with his permission. He is in 4th grade and I am including his typos and misspellings.
I am from...
I am from a house that is red and looks like a mini mansion, a garden full of colorful, beautiful flowers, and our orange tabby cat Ace in the front yard.
I am from a backyard with Ace sitting in a brown maple tree, two blue swings and a yellow slide, and a row of trees with green leaves in the summer, and a row with none in the winter.
I am from a house with tasty spaghetti with red tomato sauce, the smell of scrambled eggs with toast that has butter and jelly on it, and creamy mashed potatoes with butter.
I am from a summer trip to Saint Louis with friends and family, going up thirty three stories of the Saint Louis Ark, and sitting in a warm, clean hot tub.
I am from a Christmas with presents wrapped in colorful wrapping paper, a game of find the plastic pickle on the plastic Christmas tree, and fun games all day.
I am from a Easter with fun egg hunts at our neighborhood pool, basket finding in the early morning, and tasty candy.
I am from family traditions of sleeping in the living room on days with no school the day after that day, having wht you want on your birthday, and going out atleast once every two weeks.
I am from memories rooted in love, but most of all, I am from you.
I think most of you know that I love to color my hair. If you've known me a really long time, like since high school, you know I love to color my hair all different colors. And I've done just about everything, except for the really "fake" ones like blue and green. All the other colors have made an appearance on my head though: all shades of red, including flame and cherry, eggplant/burgundy, blonde, all shades of brown/carmel, highlights, lowlights. Lately, I've just been sticking to red. Last week, I decided I would try a brown color with just a little red in it and then have my mom put in some highlights since I was going to be highlighting her hair. I bought a pretty color and when I was done, I still had really red hair. I honestly think I was meant to be a redhead.
Anyway, my mom came down on Friday and I mixed my chemicals like any good chemist does - in a bowl decorated like a soccer ball using a plastic knife to stir the goop with. I am a professional, after all. Well, a professional massage therapist, a professional human resources manager, even a professional mom, but NOT a professional hairstylist. That's beside the point. I got it all mixed and instructed my mama what I wanted. She's not a professional hairstylist, either. Again, that's beside the point. So as she's applying the highlights, she says, "So, what color is this going to be?" She about shit when I said, "I don't know. I've never used this stuff before. I am just hoping I have streaks of lighter color. The color my hair is was not what I was expecting, so who knows how this will turn out. The product says 'iridescent' highlights, whatever that means." She kind of laughed and said, "Well, I guess we can't go wrong if you don't know what to expect." It turned out really pretty, though next time I will use a stronger peroxide so the highlights are lighter and do more of my hair so the highlights are more noticeable. I went very conservatively (which is not in my nature) this time since I didn't really know what I was doing. I don't have any before pictures and I don't know how well the highlights will show up in a picture. If I get a good one, I'll post it.
My mom's hair turned out good, too. She felt the same way I did, though. She wants it to be a little lighter the next time.
We're thinking we should go into the haircoloring business.
I seem to have an ongoing, ever changing list of favorite things. I guess I'm not very loyal to any one thing and that is why my list changes frequently. That, and I have a short attention span so I get bored easily and quickly move on to the next, more exciting thing.
So here is my current list:
Lipstix Remix - Big E and I like to watch Shark Tank. It's amazing what kinds of things people can invent. It's even more amazing how much money one can make with their crazy ideas. We were watching one night when the woman who created the Lipstix Remix presented her idea, asked for money and walked away with a ton of financial support from an investor. I loved this idea, too, and went online that night and ordered this product. Actually, I got two and sent the other one to my BFF. It really works!
Prada Tendre perfume - I'm not one for girly, flowery perfumes, so this perfume is perfect for me. I love this stuff. It is awesome.
My MP3 player - I don't have a fancy Ipod Touch or even an Ipod. I have a Sansa Fuze and it does everything I need it to do. I love having my own tunes, especially in the car. My kids love it, too. Sous Chef has his own MP3 player and I love putting songs on there without him knowing it. Every now and then I'll hear "Hey, when did you put this song on there?" As it turns out, he really likes my taste in music!
Wench - I recently read this book and can't stop talking about it. It's a must read.
I am a 40 something chick, married (to Motorcycle Guy, AKA MG) and raising three boys (Big E, Sous Chef and CJ). We live in the burbs, which I am still adjusting to, even after 11+ years, and counting!