My face is seriously breaking out like a teenager!!! I can't even count the number of zits I have right now.
Gray hair, chin hair, neck hair, and zits. I am so sexy, you have no idea how bad you wanna be me!! ;)
Nothing real new to report. Other than this is my favorite time of year.... MARCH MADNESS BABY!!! I hate to report that my team lost in the first round this year, so I guess I will now root for KU. :( Oh well.... maybe next year.
Must get back to the boob tube. Have a VERY Happy Easter!
Friday, March 21, 2008
Monday, March 17, 2008
30s
So far, I am loving being the big 3-0. I really mean it. I love it. But.....
Friday night as I was getting ready for our going away party, I found it. My first gray hair. I can honestly say I am not in any way depressed about this. But now I am stuck with the dilemma of whether I start dying my hair again or just leave it the way it is. It's only one hair. But there are going to be more. Oh well.... I'll decide later. Who cares. It's just a gray hair. But.....
What about those other pesky hairs that keep showing up?!?!? I have had to wax the lip and brows for years now. But now, I am noticing more and more of those little black hairs that weren't there when I put my face on only 4 hours prior and now they are an inch long! They are everywhere. Some on the neck. Some on the chin. and there is this one..... just one.... that pops up on the left side of the face, basically on my cheek. Seriously. The cheek. What the heck?!?! The worst part is knowing that there isn't any way to get rid of them myself, other than to grab the tweezers. But it never fails that I find them when I have been in public and I just KNOW the whole world saw them! I wish I could afford to get lazer treatment. Oh well. Thank Goodness for tweezers. They are now in every corner of my life.... the purse, the van console (because outdoor light while waiting for kids to get out of school is PERFECT), the medicine cabinet, and on top of the entertainment center.
Mirror, Mirror on the wall, I am my mother after all!!!
Friday night as I was getting ready for our going away party, I found it. My first gray hair. I can honestly say I am not in any way depressed about this. But now I am stuck with the dilemma of whether I start dying my hair again or just leave it the way it is. It's only one hair. But there are going to be more. Oh well.... I'll decide later. Who cares. It's just a gray hair. But.....
What about those other pesky hairs that keep showing up?!?!? I have had to wax the lip and brows for years now. But now, I am noticing more and more of those little black hairs that weren't there when I put my face on only 4 hours prior and now they are an inch long! They are everywhere. Some on the neck. Some on the chin. and there is this one..... just one.... that pops up on the left side of the face, basically on my cheek. Seriously. The cheek. What the heck?!?! The worst part is knowing that there isn't any way to get rid of them myself, other than to grab the tweezers. But it never fails that I find them when I have been in public and I just KNOW the whole world saw them! I wish I could afford to get lazer treatment. Oh well. Thank Goodness for tweezers. They are now in every corner of my life.... the purse, the van console (because outdoor light while waiting for kids to get out of school is PERFECT), the medicine cabinet, and on top of the entertainment center.
Mirror, Mirror on the wall, I am my mother after all!!!
Friday, March 14, 2008
Abandoned.
No one but me here in the blogosphere. I am sad. Please don't leave me. :)
I am sad today. One of my very dear friends, Jason, is leaving on Monday for basic training for the Army National Guard. I have very mixed feelings, all of which are very selfish.
I am so proud of him. He is 28 and just now deciding that this IS what he should have done out of high school and it's never too late to follow your heart, so this is where he is going. We need men like him (and women!!) on our side. He is genuine and real and won't hesitate to tell you if you ask that the reason he is doing this is "for you". What he means by that is that he is going so that he can defend you, me, and our children. What a wonderful person. What a wonderful sacrifice. I am proud to call him my friend.
But.
I am so sad. My heart is breaking thinking about him coming here tonight for his going away party that I have been putting together for the last two months. There are mounds of food. There is a cooler full of.... ice. ;) The cards and notebooks and pens are out and ready to go. The music is on the computer. It WILL be fun. We WILL laugh. But.... we will also cry. It's inevitable. I hate goodbyes. I mean I LOATHE them. I don't even say goodbye, unless on the phone, and even then I will usually say talk to you later or something to that effect and hang up. And I won't say goodbye. The word won't come. But even see you in 5 months makes my heart hurt. He is here ALL the time. He calls me almost every day just to check on me and see if I am having a good day. He is my friend. And I love him more than he will EVER know.
To Jason.....
I know you will never read this. I know I will never find the words to tell you how proud I am to call you my friend and defender. But know that you are everything to those of us that you are leaving for a short while. We WILL be here when you get home. We will be ready with open arms to welcome you back. Please stay strong and remember.... In God We Trust. I love you.
I am sad today. One of my very dear friends, Jason, is leaving on Monday for basic training for the Army National Guard. I have very mixed feelings, all of which are very selfish.
I am so proud of him. He is 28 and just now deciding that this IS what he should have done out of high school and it's never too late to follow your heart, so this is where he is going. We need men like him (and women!!) on our side. He is genuine and real and won't hesitate to tell you if you ask that the reason he is doing this is "for you". What he means by that is that he is going so that he can defend you, me, and our children. What a wonderful person. What a wonderful sacrifice. I am proud to call him my friend.
But.
I am so sad. My heart is breaking thinking about him coming here tonight for his going away party that I have been putting together for the last two months. There are mounds of food. There is a cooler full of.... ice. ;) The cards and notebooks and pens are out and ready to go. The music is on the computer. It WILL be fun. We WILL laugh. But.... we will also cry. It's inevitable. I hate goodbyes. I mean I LOATHE them. I don't even say goodbye, unless on the phone, and even then I will usually say talk to you later or something to that effect and hang up. And I won't say goodbye. The word won't come. But even see you in 5 months makes my heart hurt. He is here ALL the time. He calls me almost every day just to check on me and see if I am having a good day. He is my friend. And I love him more than he will EVER know.
To Jason.....
I know you will never read this. I know I will never find the words to tell you how proud I am to call you my friend and defender. But know that you are everything to those of us that you are leaving for a short while. We WILL be here when you get home. We will be ready with open arms to welcome you back. Please stay strong and remember.... In God We Trust. I love you.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Edumacation
I can remember my parents complaining about the less than wonderful education they thought we were getting at times. One thing being that we didn't ever really have a penmanship class. I mean, they taught us cursive and all, but there wasn't ever really a class to improve our writing like there was when my parents were in school. My thing was always that they had writing classes, but look at my dad's writing. It's comparable to that of a serial killer. Seriously. Few people can read my dad's writing. My mom has beautiful writing. She chalks it up to the fact that her writing teacher once told her that her writing was awful.
I now have similar feelings about Addison's education. I DO feel she is being taught well. She excels at Math and Reading and does above average in all other classes (with the exception of PE) as well. However, last week they were studying Dr Seuss. I LOVE Dr. Seuss!!! His birthday is shared with my mom, yet another reason to love him! LOL! The thing is, she brought home these little doorknob hanger things they colored at some point in the week. The saying on one says something to the effect of "Come in, come play, with me and the Cat In the Hat today". Ok.... may not look bad to any of you. But I have OCD about this one thing, thanks to my Kindergarten teacher, Mrs Hibbs (to this day my favorite teacher of all my years in school) and my mother. I read something like this and think, "Don't say 'me and....', it sounds like you are saying the person is mean". Am I the only one that remembers these things? It should, according to what I was taught as a child, read, "With the Cat In the Hat and me today". Uggghhhh..... no wonder I keep having to tell my kids over and over and over, "So and so and me, not me and so and so." I believe that Aunt J said something to the effect in a comment on one of OM's posts about the fact that the things she tried over and over to teach her children was never "right" until a teacher told them. Well, in this case, it seems as though the teachers aren't even telling them this.
Am I wrong to be irritated by such a thing?
I now have similar feelings about Addison's education. I DO feel she is being taught well. She excels at Math and Reading and does above average in all other classes (with the exception of PE) as well. However, last week they were studying Dr Seuss. I LOVE Dr. Seuss!!! His birthday is shared with my mom, yet another reason to love him! LOL! The thing is, she brought home these little doorknob hanger things they colored at some point in the week. The saying on one says something to the effect of "Come in, come play, with me and the Cat In the Hat today". Ok.... may not look bad to any of you. But I have OCD about this one thing, thanks to my Kindergarten teacher, Mrs Hibbs (to this day my favorite teacher of all my years in school) and my mother. I read something like this and think, "Don't say 'me and....', it sounds like you are saying the person is mean". Am I the only one that remembers these things? It should, according to what I was taught as a child, read, "With the Cat In the Hat and me today". Uggghhhh..... no wonder I keep having to tell my kids over and over and over, "So and so and me, not me and so and so." I believe that Aunt J said something to the effect in a comment on one of OM's posts about the fact that the things she tried over and over to teach her children was never "right" until a teacher told them. Well, in this case, it seems as though the teachers aren't even telling them this.
Am I wrong to be irritated by such a thing?
Thursday, March 6, 2008
This and that
There really doesn't seem to be a whole lot that's new. And with everyone on blogging strike, I find it hard to even think of something to write about, not knowing if anyone will even read it. Oh well.
Grandma is doing a lot better. She is now living at The Homestead in assisted living, temporarily. They moved her out there until she is stronger because having someone stay at the house 24/7 to make sure she doesn't fall again just isn't possible right now. She LOVES her new apartment. When I have talked to her, she talks most about the wonderful food. They have gourmet food catered in for every meal, and I guess it's quite delicious. She has even said that she might just stay there forever because the food is so darned good! All in all, she sounds super happy. It's nice to finally hear her back to her old jovial self!
Otherwise, there isn't a whole lot new on the home front. I am making meatballs and twice baked potatoes for supper tonight. Must get to making the "guts" of the taters!!! Talk more soon!
Grandma is doing a lot better. She is now living at The Homestead in assisted living, temporarily. They moved her out there until she is stronger because having someone stay at the house 24/7 to make sure she doesn't fall again just isn't possible right now. She LOVES her new apartment. When I have talked to her, she talks most about the wonderful food. They have gourmet food catered in for every meal, and I guess it's quite delicious. She has even said that she might just stay there forever because the food is so darned good! All in all, she sounds super happy. It's nice to finally hear her back to her old jovial self!
Otherwise, there isn't a whole lot new on the home front. I am making meatballs and twice baked potatoes for supper tonight. Must get to making the "guts" of the taters!!! Talk more soon!
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Where do they come from?!?
I know that I am not the only person in the world this happens to. Yet, I want to know the various theories on where it comes from.
As I am unloading the dishwasher, dishes I know to be clean, and putting away the silverware, I see them. Those pesky little crumbs in my silverware tray. Where do they come from?!?! You know what I am talking about. They look like toast crumbs. Here's the deal though: My toaster is never on the counter above the silverware. In fact, it is used on the counter on the opposite side of the kitchen. And it isn't like I leave the drawer open to catch all the junk when I do wipe off the counter. So..... where do they come from?!?! I am rather anal about the silverware when taking it out of the dishwasher, inspecting each piece to make sure it's clean before putting it away. I really can't stand grabbing the last clean utensil out of the slot only to find last week's supper still stuck to it.
Where do you think they come from? My theory? Those naughty little elves that trash my clean house every night while I am asleep eat toast to fuel their naughtiness and throw the crumbs in that drawer just before they go downstairs and dirty every stitch of clothing I washed the day before! ;)
As I am unloading the dishwasher, dishes I know to be clean, and putting away the silverware, I see them. Those pesky little crumbs in my silverware tray. Where do they come from?!?! You know what I am talking about. They look like toast crumbs. Here's the deal though: My toaster is never on the counter above the silverware. In fact, it is used on the counter on the opposite side of the kitchen. And it isn't like I leave the drawer open to catch all the junk when I do wipe off the counter. So..... where do they come from?!?! I am rather anal about the silverware when taking it out of the dishwasher, inspecting each piece to make sure it's clean before putting it away. I really can't stand grabbing the last clean utensil out of the slot only to find last week's supper still stuck to it.
Where do you think they come from? My theory? Those naughty little elves that trash my clean house every night while I am asleep eat toast to fuel their naughtiness and throw the crumbs in that drawer just before they go downstairs and dirty every stitch of clothing I washed the day before! ;)
Monday, February 18, 2008
Whole lot of nothing
These last few days have been rather nice. I haven't gone anywhere or done anything all weekend. A break much needed. I have done some laundry, but otherwise I have done nothing but lay around and watch movies on tv. You know.... movies like Steel Magnolias and Bruce Almighty. Relaxation has been wonderful. Now I need to make up for it and go get on the mounds of laundry in my basement.
I don't think I posted that Grandma is out of the hospital as of last Monday. We all feel she should have stayed in, but my Aunt Leslie is here from SD so she is staying with her for a couple of weeks, making us all a little more at ease. I am going to try and go out tomorrow just to say hi. Will let you know what's up.
I don't think I posted that Grandma is out of the hospital as of last Monday. We all feel she should have stayed in, but my Aunt Leslie is here from SD so she is staying with her for a couple of weeks, making us all a little more at ease. I am going to try and go out tomorrow just to say hi. Will let you know what's up.
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