Friday, December 28, 2007

Another Letter

Dear Randomly Growing Hair on the Side of My Face,
Who do you think you are? Seriously? Did you think you could just show up and I wouldn't notice? Granted, I know there are days that my face merely gets a sideways glance in the mirror, but I did see you! Did you think, I wouldn't notice your whiskerlike quality as you stand there at attention? Trust me, you stick out. Kind of like a 25 year old at a earlybird special in Mesa, AZ.... you are going to get noticed. Now, don't go blaming it on "hormones" or "age." I don't buy that. You know you thought you would just see what happened if you snuck onto my face. Well, this face is a private party. No invites. Being allowed on this face will be like getting tickets to the Masters. Someone (or hair) is going to have to die first. Sheesh.... So next time you show up again, you will be plucked by Mr. Tweezerman. You've been warned, now tell your friends.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Couldn't resist posting this one

This one is too precious not to post.

Retroriffic Beads of the Day.......


Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Drum Roll........

And #1 song of the 90's?
No other than "Smells like Like teen spirit."
And yes, I have memories of that song too............

FLAAAAAAAASHBAAAAACK!!!

We are spending the evening watching the "Top 100 songs of the 90's" on VH1. Talk about flashback!! Images of highschool and college are flooding back powerfully and intensely! It is amazing how snippets of songs can momentarly place you in a packed dancefloor, a bar, a highschool gym that is dimly lit, a college dorm room, in my car.... crazy how moments and emotions can be so strongly tied to a few well, or not even well, written lyrics!

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Seriously, they are just fish

We were doing some Christmas shopping at Fleet Farm today (you know, the epicenter of all fine Christmas gifts) and we walked by this wall, and I mean WALL of fishing lures and paraphernalia. Now don't get me wrong, I like to fish. and hunt. But I guess I have always thought it along the same line as gambling. Sometimes you get lucky and sometimes you don't. However, I stopped and looked at the vast array of colors and sizes and shapes, at the same time calculating the enormous amount of money hanging on that wall. I looked at the Hubby and said, "Seriously, people REALLY overestimate fish. They have a brain, what the size of......? "A pea?" the Hubby replied. Exactly! Its not like they are these hugely advanced animals you need to "outsmart." They are fish. They swim. They like sparkly things. They eat when they are hungy. And yet the top of the food chain spends a boatload of money every year to "out-think" an animal who will try to eat spit, when it is spat off a bridge.....

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

WAY COOL BEAD OF THE DAY

YEP. I MADE THAT. PRETTY COOL HUH?

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Here's to your future counseling sessions....

Lately, I have been wondering two things: 1. How my mother didn't kill at least one of us... there were 5 of us.... 2. How I am not brain damaged (more than I know I am...)

The Hubby's call schedule lately has SUUUUUUCKED.......in addition, the Guyser's behavior has SUUUUUUUUCKED....... so that sums that up. Frankly, he is probably just sick of me by now... I would be sick of me by now. He didn't see his dad at all on Saturday, and so yeah, he is probably a little mommied-out. So, because he is bored and we all are tired of being pent up inside, he has just decided to love his sister.... love her to death! He has dropped her on her head, put her on the couch (I got to her before she rolled off), got her out of her excersaucer, by himself, turned her upside down in her carseat (she was still strapped in), thinks "She can walk!"... put pillows on top of her while she is trying to scoot across the floor....this is just some of the things I can remember. I am sure there is more.... I am at a loss of what to do. He just doesn't get it. He wants to play with her, love her. When I tell the Hubby these antics, he replies "You need to watch him." Well golly gee Beav, a girl needs to pee! Or change a dirty crib sheet, or put her coat on... I am telling you the Guyser is quick! I am sure I wasn't spared any of these things either, with 3 older brothers, so maybe that DOES explain a lot......my parents told me it was a gifted class but maybe............anyway, at this rate, she better have long legs and big boobs, because if she is dropped on her noggin too many more times, she isn't going to be a Rhodes Scholar.....

My girlfriend today said "I am a horrible mom, I have lost my temper so much with my daughter." No, No you are not. (I told her.) The thing is, our parents all lost there tempers with us, difference is, they didn't have a million people out there telling them they were horrible parents for doing so. Us, our generation, we are wracked with parenting guilt. And the last couple days, I have had my daily portion of guilt. And so it goes back to, how did my mom not kill one of us? I don't remember her threatening us within an inch of our lives, but I am sure she did.... and it probably worked....I don't know.... its perplexing to me.... maybe she was just able to kick us outside a whole lot more...."Go Play!" That seemed to be her answer for most things..... why doesn't it work now?

Monday, December 03, 2007

I'll never forget our time together.

Dear Sleep,
I am sorry to tell you this, but it just isn't working. We have tried for over 3 years, really we have, but its just not working. Now don't be sad, it isn't you, its me. I have met someone else, well, really two people. These relationships are just too demanding and necessary for me to continue a relationship with you. Don't feel bad, you are beautiful, satisfying and so many people are blessed to know you. It just can't be with you and me. And believe me, I wish it could be. I will confess to you, that although I am in these other relationships, I daydream about getting in the car and driving to a hotel to meet you... close the blinds and just be with you for hours and hours. But, it just can't be. I will never forget those saturday mornings, just you and me. Or the lazy afternoons on the couch, under a blanket. And how could I ever forget on the floating island, at the lake under the sun. Sleep, you did things to my body I haven't felt in so long... we were so good for each other. But go, go and share your beauty with others, and maybe someday we will meet again. But until that day, I will catch glimpses of you around me, and remember all the good times and will be glad that I once knew you.