Tomorrow is my day off. Well, I say that sarcastically, because, even though I don't "work" at my paid job on Monday and Thursday, I find those days to be jam-packed with appointments, commitments, etc. so much so that I never find time to just chill and enjoy a "day off". I start those days with yoga, so while that is something I do for ME (and the only exercise I get most weeks), I don't get home and turned around to go out or whatever until around 11 so the day just flies after that (esp. considering Hayley normally gets home at 2:15 so if I'm trying to be home by the time the kids are.......well, you see how short the time is).
Anyway, tomorrow, for example, I will go to yoga and immediately after, head to the hospital for my annual mammogram. Now, we all know how much fun those are (refer to my blog of about a year ago). But here's the kicker.......you can't wear deodorant, lotion, powder, nothing before the exam. So, I'm going to yoga sans deo, which ought to produce some aromatic results! I wonder if swiping a baby wipe under your arms counts? Because I will surely need to do that after to avoid offending the examiner.
Then, as if that was not going to be enough fun for the day, I get to head from there straight to the dentist for a crown! Now, I've never had a crown, so if it's a totally painful experience, please tell me now, because I am not looking forward to it at all! Plus, it's apparently a two-appointment thing so I have to go back next week. Oh, and? I just realized I have to take Arlie to a two hour gymnastics class right after. Usually Jeff does the Thursday gymnastics duties but not this week. Wanna know why? Because he's having "Oktoberfest" at his work and there's a beer making contest. He's kegging his beer right now. So, while he's pouring frosty mugs, I'll be sitting in gymnastics with bruised boobs and fat cheeks. Life is unfair!
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Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
What I did today..........
I started my day out by going to yoga. I was wearing one of those tank top shirts with the built in bra (underwire and all, I'm no fool, no "shelf bra" for me unless it's made of reinforced steel!). Over that I was wearing a v-neck t-shirt (cleverly emblazoned with "peace" - SO very yoga-esque). Well, this whole ensemble, to my dismay, did not provide a lot of good coverage. I mean, if I am flashing MYSELF as I do downward dog, imagine what my poor yoga teacher, Tracie, must have been seeing directly across from me! There wasn't much I could do about it, either, so after class I apologized for flashing her for the last hour. She laughed it off but later put this post on my Facebook "Mary-Leah, next time.........TURTLENECK!" Ha. Ha. Funny.
So, after yoga I came home and the minute I walked in the door, the kids were dropped off by their dad from their overnight w/ him. I had a coffee date with Carla, to which I invited the kids, but Hannah declined (in favor, I guess, of watching the Harry Potter movies ALL day long.......). Hayley and Harrison came along and we browsed the University Bookstore while waiting for Carla to meet us at Starbucks. My cheap eye was immediately drawn to the 50 percent off table where I found, among other treasures, Obama paper dolls and a book called "Bigfoot: Exposed."
We had a lovely coffee date with Carla (the kids had Jamba Juice with free coupons I received at a PTSA volunteer appreciation lunch) and then went browsing at this cute little gift shop (danger, danger!). Of course, I had to buy, for my home, a handpainted sign that said "Not Under Construction: Kids Just Live Here" which I hung on the front door. Hayley begged me to buy her a sign that said "I don't do mornings" and Harrison, for some unknown reason, insisted on buying two puppets. Puppets? I put my foot down on the $120 handpainted puppet theater, but he did make off with a frog dressed as a king and a bear with legs (that was the selling point "he has legs!"). He says he's going to put on puppet shows for everyone. Okay. In the store he gave us a brief example and it involved the two animals arguing about which Chardonnay they wanted. Is it any surprise his friend recently referred to him as "the king of comedy"?
I came home and spent three hours at Carla's house helping her post photos on Facebook. Time flies when you're having fun! Then, I decided I really must go home and pretend to cook dinner. Well, I actually had to cook it, but you know, I had to pretend like I do this every night. I boiled up some fresh corn on the cob (ok, not really fresh, but you know, it had the shuck on it and all, who cares if it had been sitting, sweltering in a plastic bag since.......um........Sunday?). Add to that a couple bags of Trader Joe's frozen orange chicken and voila! Dinner. Then, Hannah said "I want a cake" so Hayley made one. And brought me the beaters and frosting bowl to lick. Which is why I've decided to put her back in my will.
Later, while I wasted time on Facebook and such, and reminded myself that I really needed to pack for camping tomorrow and realized - oh, the horror! - that I also had to bring FOOD for seven people and I didn't exactly go grocery shopping (you shoulda seen me throw crap into bags, I hope it's enough to feed us all for a couple of days.......), I finally decided to go pack and of course that led to doing laundry and folding stuff and hanging stuff and...ugh...that is just a never ending job. But I managed to pack my bag and fold and hang three or four loads of laundry as well. However, that is not the most exciting part, OH NO!
While I was packing Hannah yelled "Mom, Charlie is having a seizure!" so of course I had to go all 911 and take care of the situation because I am our resident medical expert and the ONLY one who will actually put the syringe up Charlie's butt to deliver the exact dosage of valium to stop his seizure, AND push a full syringe of water after that to deliver the dosage effectively. Oh yes, I put a tube up my dog's butt. And, no I can't even believe it myself. But, that being done, Charlie spazzed out a few more minutes, then hopped up and went on his merry way as though nothing had happened.
But that's not the best part, there's more! So, shortly after that, Georgette started growling at the back door and she NEVER does that so I got all excited because I knew that meant murderous intruder or wild animal, both of which would put some spark into an otherwise dull evening so I immediately opened the back door and watched the dogs go all Cujo. They ran back and forth all crazy and jumped on the fence. So, being the glutton for excitement that I am, I let them out in the park! Woo-hoo, showtime! They went nuts, running crazy and peeing on everything and I thought, oh this is good. This is like coyote or raccoon good.......and guess what? After passing under this one tree five or six times, I finally looked up and there was a raccoon staring back at me! He was so cute, with his little striped tail and bandit mask, almost cuddly. But I'm no fool. I knew that cute little creature would go ballistic on me in a second and rip my eyes out so I kept my distance (but of course screamed for the girls to come and see, because how many times does your dog tree a raccoon in suburban Bothell?). It was so "Where the Red Fern Grows" (except I didn't cut down the tree). And Georgette and Charlie ran in circles all proud just like Dan and Little Ann. Finally I decided we'd tortured the poor raccoon long enough and I put the dogs away, but then I thought, PHOTO MOMENT! And I ran inside to grab my camera.
But, NO! As I was rushing back outside, Nikon at the ready, a crane fly the size of Texas flew in the back door, sending the girls SCREAMING like Ninjas, running in circles and ending up with a crash as they locked themselves in the office. I grabbed our oversized fly swatter and proceeded to have a game of cat and mouse with the stupid insect (ok, it was more like a small bird, but still). I finally got him cornered and SMACK! He was done for. The girls tentatively crept out and screamed some more at his corpse. When I finally went out to get my photo, the raccoon, as I suspected, had hightailed it out of there and my photo op was gone forever. Damn.
But THEN, Harrison and Jeff came home from salmon fishing. Because, you know, when you're going camping the next day, you have all the time in the world to go salmon fishing off the Edmonds pier. They caught a giant sea star which broke the line. No salmon. So, as they are cleaning up, Harrison discoveres ONE leftover firework. A fountain. "Emits showers of sparks" says the label. He begs to light it, and even though it's after 9 p.m. I figure, it's just showers of sparks, harmless right? NO! It starts out all innocent and sparky as promised and then erupts into LOUD, obnoxious pops and cracks and booms which go on seemingly forever! We stood there, willing it to stop, as our neighbor across the street looked angrily out the window, holding the (presumably rudely awakened) baby on her hip. Embarrassing! I slipped inside hoping to avoid a scene. Or perhaps the law.
And so that was pretty much it. A little more laundry, a little more packing, tucking Harrison in, sipping the fruity adult beverage my husband so lovingly brought me in the laundry room "to stay hydrated", a shower (because, it's a hot mother ****er today!) and here I am, telling you all about a day in the life. Hope you enjoyed it. Because now it's after midnight and it's really a whole other day now. And I'm sure more adventure awaits...........but until then.............
So, after yoga I came home and the minute I walked in the door, the kids were dropped off by their dad from their overnight w/ him. I had a coffee date with Carla, to which I invited the kids, but Hannah declined (in favor, I guess, of watching the Harry Potter movies ALL day long.......). Hayley and Harrison came along and we browsed the University Bookstore while waiting for Carla to meet us at Starbucks. My cheap eye was immediately drawn to the 50 percent off table where I found, among other treasures, Obama paper dolls and a book called "Bigfoot: Exposed."
We had a lovely coffee date with Carla (the kids had Jamba Juice with free coupons I received at a PTSA volunteer appreciation lunch) and then went browsing at this cute little gift shop (danger, danger!). Of course, I had to buy, for my home, a handpainted sign that said "Not Under Construction: Kids Just Live Here" which I hung on the front door. Hayley begged me to buy her a sign that said "I don't do mornings" and Harrison, for some unknown reason, insisted on buying two puppets. Puppets? I put my foot down on the $120 handpainted puppet theater, but he did make off with a frog dressed as a king and a bear with legs (that was the selling point "he has legs!"). He says he's going to put on puppet shows for everyone. Okay. In the store he gave us a brief example and it involved the two animals arguing about which Chardonnay they wanted. Is it any surprise his friend recently referred to him as "the king of comedy"?
I came home and spent three hours at Carla's house helping her post photos on Facebook. Time flies when you're having fun! Then, I decided I really must go home and pretend to cook dinner. Well, I actually had to cook it, but you know, I had to pretend like I do this every night. I boiled up some fresh corn on the cob (ok, not really fresh, but you know, it had the shuck on it and all, who cares if it had been sitting, sweltering in a plastic bag since.......um........Sunday?). Add to that a couple bags of Trader Joe's frozen orange chicken and voila! Dinner. Then, Hannah said "I want a cake" so Hayley made one. And brought me the beaters and frosting bowl to lick. Which is why I've decided to put her back in my will.
Later, while I wasted time on Facebook and such, and reminded myself that I really needed to pack for camping tomorrow and realized - oh, the horror! - that I also had to bring FOOD for seven people and I didn't exactly go grocery shopping (you shoulda seen me throw crap into bags, I hope it's enough to feed us all for a couple of days.......), I finally decided to go pack and of course that led to doing laundry and folding stuff and hanging stuff and...ugh...that is just a never ending job. But I managed to pack my bag and fold and hang three or four loads of laundry as well. However, that is not the most exciting part, OH NO!
While I was packing Hannah yelled "Mom, Charlie is having a seizure!" so of course I had to go all 911 and take care of the situation because I am our resident medical expert and the ONLY one who will actually put the syringe up Charlie's butt to deliver the exact dosage of valium to stop his seizure, AND push a full syringe of water after that to deliver the dosage effectively. Oh yes, I put a tube up my dog's butt. And, no I can't even believe it myself. But, that being done, Charlie spazzed out a few more minutes, then hopped up and went on his merry way as though nothing had happened.
But that's not the best part, there's more! So, shortly after that, Georgette started growling at the back door and she NEVER does that so I got all excited because I knew that meant murderous intruder or wild animal, both of which would put some spark into an otherwise dull evening so I immediately opened the back door and watched the dogs go all Cujo. They ran back and forth all crazy and jumped on the fence. So, being the glutton for excitement that I am, I let them out in the park! Woo-hoo, showtime! They went nuts, running crazy and peeing on everything and I thought, oh this is good. This is like coyote or raccoon good.......and guess what? After passing under this one tree five or six times, I finally looked up and there was a raccoon staring back at me! He was so cute, with his little striped tail and bandit mask, almost cuddly. But I'm no fool. I knew that cute little creature would go ballistic on me in a second and rip my eyes out so I kept my distance (but of course screamed for the girls to come and see, because how many times does your dog tree a raccoon in suburban Bothell?). It was so "Where the Red Fern Grows" (except I didn't cut down the tree). And Georgette and Charlie ran in circles all proud just like Dan and Little Ann. Finally I decided we'd tortured the poor raccoon long enough and I put the dogs away, but then I thought, PHOTO MOMENT! And I ran inside to grab my camera.
But, NO! As I was rushing back outside, Nikon at the ready, a crane fly the size of Texas flew in the back door, sending the girls SCREAMING like Ninjas, running in circles and ending up with a crash as they locked themselves in the office. I grabbed our oversized fly swatter and proceeded to have a game of cat and mouse with the stupid insect (ok, it was more like a small bird, but still). I finally got him cornered and SMACK! He was done for. The girls tentatively crept out and screamed some more at his corpse. When I finally went out to get my photo, the raccoon, as I suspected, had hightailed it out of there and my photo op was gone forever. Damn.
But THEN, Harrison and Jeff came home from salmon fishing. Because, you know, when you're going camping the next day, you have all the time in the world to go salmon fishing off the Edmonds pier. They caught a giant sea star which broke the line. No salmon. So, as they are cleaning up, Harrison discoveres ONE leftover firework. A fountain. "Emits showers of sparks" says the label. He begs to light it, and even though it's after 9 p.m. I figure, it's just showers of sparks, harmless right? NO! It starts out all innocent and sparky as promised and then erupts into LOUD, obnoxious pops and cracks and booms which go on seemingly forever! We stood there, willing it to stop, as our neighbor across the street looked angrily out the window, holding the (presumably rudely awakened) baby on her hip. Embarrassing! I slipped inside hoping to avoid a scene. Or perhaps the law.
And so that was pretty much it. A little more laundry, a little more packing, tucking Harrison in, sipping the fruity adult beverage my husband so lovingly brought me in the laundry room "to stay hydrated", a shower (because, it's a hot mother ****er today!) and here I am, telling you all about a day in the life. Hope you enjoyed it. Because now it's after midnight and it's really a whole other day now. And I'm sure more adventure awaits...........but until then.............
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Random musings.........
*If I have a hot flash during yoga, does it count as "hot yoga"?
*Why aren't there coupons for liquor stores? (I'd clip those!)
*If you're clipping your toenails and one of them errantly flies over to your husband's side of the bed, are you required to search for it?
*How many mini Milky Way candy bars equal one big one?
These are some of the thoughts I had today (so now you know I clipped my toenails and ate too many Milky Ways!).
After getting two disturbing emails from my sisters, I now feel I have to tread very carefully the next few days. Because bad things happen in threes. And they have already been hit! Monica wrecked her 4-wheeler and tore her ACL and has to have surgery. Marcia did a face plant (literally, her face hit a plant) falling on her front porch and cut her cheek badly. So, now it's me! Yikes. I'm scared.
Today I worked at the school (on my "day off" my nanny job) and it was nice to be back at the old digs, speaking Spanish again. I'm glad I get to keep that up while I enjoy my wonderful new job. I never thought I'd view taking care of a toddler as peaceful but it is definitely my "quiet" time! HA! With four kids (and two of them teenagers) at home, it's really loud. All the time. So, a quiet day with a toddler is a welcome reprieve.
*Why aren't there coupons for liquor stores? (I'd clip those!)
*If you're clipping your toenails and one of them errantly flies over to your husband's side of the bed, are you required to search for it?
*How many mini Milky Way candy bars equal one big one?
These are some of the thoughts I had today (so now you know I clipped my toenails and ate too many Milky Ways!).
After getting two disturbing emails from my sisters, I now feel I have to tread very carefully the next few days. Because bad things happen in threes. And they have already been hit! Monica wrecked her 4-wheeler and tore her ACL and has to have surgery. Marcia did a face plant (literally, her face hit a plant) falling on her front porch and cut her cheek badly. So, now it's me! Yikes. I'm scared.
Today I worked at the school (on my "day off" my nanny job) and it was nice to be back at the old digs, speaking Spanish again. I'm glad I get to keep that up while I enjoy my wonderful new job. I never thought I'd view taking care of a toddler as peaceful but it is definitely my "quiet" time! HA! With four kids (and two of them teenagers) at home, it's really loud. All the time. So, a quiet day with a toddler is a welcome reprieve.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Thursday and stuff
So, today I made it to yoga - yay! I hate it when I miss, but I've missed a few times because I had to work (stupid work gets in the way of everything!). I LOVE my yoga class..........but today was sad because we found out my idol, 83-year-old Myrtis suffered a stroke. This woman came to yoga faithfully and also still went roller skating once a week at her age! Amazing. She was incredible and I hope she recovers.
In other sad news, one of Jeff's Toastmaster group friends had a terrible tragedy. His 15 month old son suffocated under their "Love Sac"- a large beanbag (about 60 lbs.) The baby had awakened in the morning and somehow got himself under the bean bag and suffocated. His dad discovered him when he was leaving for work. This family has four boys and a baby girl on the way in just days. The funeral is Saturday. It's so tragic, and I guess, a warning too - beanbags can be deadly! I worried about Kaden and his being near that age. Do NOT let your babies play around bean bags, especially ones that are heavier than them. I'm sure no one would ever have thought something like this could happen. But it did, and it's just so sad. I didn't know the family, but just weeks ago, Jeff attended a barbeque where he played with all the little boys, so he knew and remembered this baby. So sad.........
Let's see if I have anything that's NOT sad today. (Oh, and it's rainy, gray and drizzly just for effect). Hmmm........since this is kind of a downer post, how about a list of things I don't like? Here we go.........when you put your tortilla in the microwave and it gets so tough to cut with a fork that you almost need a hacksaw (that actually just happened to me), when your dog poops in the house (also just happened), finding out your daughter's braces and orthodontic treatment will cost $4000 and you need $920 of it by early October (yeah, that happened too), having your kids say you don't have a "real job" (yesterday), aparagus (just thought I'd throw that in), when you have a little rock in your shoe, but no really good spot to sit down and take your shoe off and shake it out, so you walk around with the little rock in your shoe and it drives you nuts (today), soccer practice in the rain (I'm still praying for a "no practice" call on this one), and dust (where does it come from? why is it everywhere?). Ok, that's a good enough list.
I'm so excited because two of my "shows" are premiering tonight - Grey's Anatomy and ER. Those, plus Desperate Housewives are the only shows I watch regularly. I actually love TV and all the shows but never really have time to watch it. So, I stick to those three. I'm not much of a TV watcher, but watching these shows is kind of like "date night" for me and Jeff so it's nice.
I'm craving these peanut butter cookies I made last week. They are so quick and easy and delicious (I ate WAY too many, but I'm going to make some more anyway). Here is the recipe for anyone who's interested:
1 cup peanut butter (I used chunky)
1 cup sugar
1 egg
1 tsp. vanilla extract
1 cup chocolate chips
Mix everything together and drop by rounded tablespoons onto ungreased cookie sheets. Bake at 350 for 10-12 minutes. So yummy. They are chocolaty, peanut buttery and chewy. I doubled the recipe.
I should go change my photos. The old ones have been up there long enough. However, I'm getting a notice that there will be a scheduled outage at 4 p.m. whatever that means. So, I guess my blogging time is limited today.
Prayers for Myrtis and baby Evan.
In other sad news, one of Jeff's Toastmaster group friends had a terrible tragedy. His 15 month old son suffocated under their "Love Sac"- a large beanbag (about 60 lbs.) The baby had awakened in the morning and somehow got himself under the bean bag and suffocated. His dad discovered him when he was leaving for work. This family has four boys and a baby girl on the way in just days. The funeral is Saturday. It's so tragic, and I guess, a warning too - beanbags can be deadly! I worried about Kaden and his being near that age. Do NOT let your babies play around bean bags, especially ones that are heavier than them. I'm sure no one would ever have thought something like this could happen. But it did, and it's just so sad. I didn't know the family, but just weeks ago, Jeff attended a barbeque where he played with all the little boys, so he knew and remembered this baby. So sad.........
Let's see if I have anything that's NOT sad today. (Oh, and it's rainy, gray and drizzly just for effect). Hmmm........since this is kind of a downer post, how about a list of things I don't like? Here we go.........when you put your tortilla in the microwave and it gets so tough to cut with a fork that you almost need a hacksaw (that actually just happened to me), when your dog poops in the house (also just happened), finding out your daughter's braces and orthodontic treatment will cost $4000 and you need $920 of it by early October (yeah, that happened too), having your kids say you don't have a "real job" (yesterday), aparagus (just thought I'd throw that in), when you have a little rock in your shoe, but no really good spot to sit down and take your shoe off and shake it out, so you walk around with the little rock in your shoe and it drives you nuts (today), soccer practice in the rain (I'm still praying for a "no practice" call on this one), and dust (where does it come from? why is it everywhere?). Ok, that's a good enough list.
I'm so excited because two of my "shows" are premiering tonight - Grey's Anatomy and ER. Those, plus Desperate Housewives are the only shows I watch regularly. I actually love TV and all the shows but never really have time to watch it. So, I stick to those three. I'm not much of a TV watcher, but watching these shows is kind of like "date night" for me and Jeff so it's nice.
I'm craving these peanut butter cookies I made last week. They are so quick and easy and delicious (I ate WAY too many, but I'm going to make some more anyway). Here is the recipe for anyone who's interested:
1 cup peanut butter (I used chunky)
1 cup sugar
1 egg
1 tsp. vanilla extract
1 cup chocolate chips
Mix everything together and drop by rounded tablespoons onto ungreased cookie sheets. Bake at 350 for 10-12 minutes. So yummy. They are chocolaty, peanut buttery and chewy. I doubled the recipe.
I should go change my photos. The old ones have been up there long enough. However, I'm getting a notice that there will be a scheduled outage at 4 p.m. whatever that means. So, I guess my blogging time is limited today.
Prayers for Myrtis and baby Evan.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Yoga
I love yoga! I always thought yoga was weird - until I started taking it. I thought you meditated, sat all weirdly cross-legged with your hands up and repeating "om" over and over. So, when my friend Janet invited me to take a yoga class with her at a local church, I was hesitant (and didn't even accept the invitation for over a year!). Finally, I decided to give it a try. And I've been in love ever since! I try to go twice a week, some weeks I only make it once, but I love it every time. I have improved so much since I started taking it, and my back, which used to "go out" a few times a year has given me no trouble at all since I started. I even had wrist surgery and went to yoga right after, just modifying my poses until I was strong enough to use my wrists again (we spend a lot of time in "downward dog"!). And sometimes I work up a sweat - it's NOT easy and it's amazing how much strength you build up doing yoga poses. My instructor, Tracy, is amazing. She's totally into yoga, but she's also a regular mom. She inspires me! My favorite part of the class is "corpse pose" when we totally relax. The first few times I actually dozed off. But now I can relax completely and still be aware of what's going on around me - total stillness. It's not an easy thing to do. I feel like I have miles to go in this practice and will improve over time, but I still feel like it's my favorite part of the week. I wish I'd been doing yoga years before this, but I'm glad I started now. If I can be anything like 86-year-old Myrtis, who bends and twists like the best of them, then I think I'll be doing pretty good. Namaste!
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Yoga, dark roots and other thoughts.........
Today I went to yoga, which I LOVE and is truly the only exercise I'll give up a morning of sleeping in for. When the class was over, one of the women asked "does yoga ever make you cry?" The instructor replied with "oh, yes..." and proceeded to explain about "muscle memory" and "pent up emotions" blah, blah, blah. I'm all for the idea of that and everything, but I have to say yoga has never made me cry. Oh, I've thought about shedding a few tears when I have to hold a downward dog for five breaths (she always does more than five, totally faking us out), or when I have to do that stupid pigeon pose that makes me feel like I might, in fact, permanently dislocate my hip. And perhaps I've even gotten misty-eyed over the fact that I can't make it to coffee after yoga (thus violating my "no pastry left behind" rule). But if I ever cried during yoga, I'm likely to be crying tears of joy over having an hour to myself, and ending it with that ever-blissful "corpse" pose which I'd like to stay in all day sometimes. I wonder if it would be in bad taste to just stay in corpse for the whole class?
Anyway, I then got coffee on my way home, which I promptly spilled on my shirt. Also, I had pigtails in during yoga which I took out after class. So, imagine how stunning I looked - all poofy hair, coffee-stained shirt, yoga-pant-wearing, tacky flip-flops on feet. But I was only going to the thrift store anyway, so who cares? Except I saw someone I know there. But how embarassed can you be when you run into someone at the thrift store (oh, you shop here too? I'm just getting a few things for my camper. Yeah right). Anyway, I LOVE shopping at this tacky little thrift store. It's like a treasure hunt every day. I could just stare at the books for hours. In fact, the book I'm currently reading came from there. I picked up another one today. It's my little guilty pleasure. Hey, some women buy expensive shoes. Shut up.
So, I came home and dyed my roots. I hate grey hair! What is the deal with that? I got my first one when I was 17 so that's a pretty unfair lot, don't you think? And now I've got that grey temple thing going on usually just a week after I spend $65 getting my hair professionally done. So, in between I have to go with the $6.99 Nice and Easy root color. Jeff calls it Nice and Sleazy. Whatever. At least I try to look my age (wait, I'm 40.......). Anyway, thanks, Dad, for this gene. Grey hair is only sexy on men.
And while I'm at it, damn all of you who didn't tell me how sucky it is to have a teenager! Why are they so mean? Why are they so dramatic? Why can't they just be happy? Actually MY teen will read this blog, so here's a message - snap out of it, Hayley! Life is good. People are good. Only you can change your attitude. There.
I have to go prepare dinner now. Or get it started. Or something. I don't know - Jeff started this dinner last night because I'm having my friend over. And now I have to finish it because he has a meeting (damn meeting!). Last night he made the BEST dinner of BBQ rubbed cedar planked salmon, roasted new potatoes and spinach salad w/ peaches. YUM! I love it when he makes us a nice dinner - it's like eating out only better! I'm so glad I have a good husband who likes to cook. What a lucky girl!
Anyway, I then got coffee on my way home, which I promptly spilled on my shirt. Also, I had pigtails in during yoga which I took out after class. So, imagine how stunning I looked - all poofy hair, coffee-stained shirt, yoga-pant-wearing, tacky flip-flops on feet. But I was only going to the thrift store anyway, so who cares? Except I saw someone I know there. But how embarassed can you be when you run into someone at the thrift store (oh, you shop here too? I'm just getting a few things for my camper. Yeah right). Anyway, I LOVE shopping at this tacky little thrift store. It's like a treasure hunt every day. I could just stare at the books for hours. In fact, the book I'm currently reading came from there. I picked up another one today. It's my little guilty pleasure. Hey, some women buy expensive shoes. Shut up.
So, I came home and dyed my roots. I hate grey hair! What is the deal with that? I got my first one when I was 17 so that's a pretty unfair lot, don't you think? And now I've got that grey temple thing going on usually just a week after I spend $65 getting my hair professionally done. So, in between I have to go with the $6.99 Nice and Easy root color. Jeff calls it Nice and Sleazy. Whatever. At least I try to look my age (wait, I'm 40.......). Anyway, thanks, Dad, for this gene. Grey hair is only sexy on men.
And while I'm at it, damn all of you who didn't tell me how sucky it is to have a teenager! Why are they so mean? Why are they so dramatic? Why can't they just be happy? Actually MY teen will read this blog, so here's a message - snap out of it, Hayley! Life is good. People are good. Only you can change your attitude. There.
I have to go prepare dinner now. Or get it started. Or something. I don't know - Jeff started this dinner last night because I'm having my friend over. And now I have to finish it because he has a meeting (damn meeting!). Last night he made the BEST dinner of BBQ rubbed cedar planked salmon, roasted new potatoes and spinach salad w/ peaches. YUM! I love it when he makes us a nice dinner - it's like eating out only better! I'm so glad I have a good husband who likes to cook. What a lucky girl!
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