Friday, June 29, 2007

I am becoming a barfly, sorta

Ever since Hubby discovered the Blues Open Mic down here, we've been attending. And through that, we found ACME Blues Company, which is a fantastic blues band. So we've been going to their shows, whenever we can.

I am becoming a regular. The bartenders all know me. The dancers see me with my camera and know I'll send them photos, the next morning. The band guys' girlfriends know my name.

It is all very Cheers, except I am the one drinking diet cokes. So, instead of a hangover, I am just...peeing all night.

But, man, you need to come out with me. SO MUCH FUN.

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

You like me! You really, really like me!

Thanks to everyone who voted for me in the caption contest, yesterday. I won. Wooo! Plus, a friend (an actual, living, non-SPAMming friend) I emailed about the contest found me on MySpace. So, I feel fabu. Sometimes, virtual life is a lot more fun than actual life.

Can't wait to see that bracelet.

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

I think I still want a diet soda, thanks.

A new study says that aspartame causes cancer. It turns out that according to this study of rats, people might show an increased risk of cancer if they consumed twice the acceptable daily limit of diet soda.

For a 150-lb adult, that would mean that FIFTEEN CANS A DAY would give you cancer. For a 50-lb child, that would mean FIVE CANS A DAY.

Hey, I loves me some diet soda. But, um, that is a hell of a lot of soda. Is there anyone out there who really drinks that much? And if your child drinks 5 cans of soda a day, is there any room in that little bod for anything else?

I think I'm safe with my 4 or 5 bottles a week. But, um, thanks for checking.

Vote for me! I'm in a caption contest!

I am in a photo caption contest. Come on over and vote for my hysterical caption.

My entry, of course, is the top one, the one about the strained veggies and self-soiling. Because although my kids are huge now, I do remember.

Vote for me! I want to win!

Sunday, June 24, 2007

I am sooooo busted

Tonight I went out for chips, salsa and conversation with a good friend. She mentioned that she and 2 other friends want to nominate me for What Not to Wear.

"Not that you look that bad, but...we know you shop at the thrift store."

Ugh. I think I need professional fashion help.

Words of Wisdom

I am still painting.

Hubby has said that if I can get the wall/ceiling line straight, I can keep the 2 blue walls I love. So now that I've painted the walls and trim everywhere else white, I am working on the line.

Picture me, standing on a chair, using a child's art brush taped to a yard stick to paint over my old wobbly line, to straighten it. My eyeballs are square (hence the blogging break).

Hubby walks in, sandwich in one hand, mug in the other.

"Too bad you're short. You know, they have that surgery where they break your legs, and put bone in, and you convalesce for 2 years, and when it's over you're tall."

"Yes, hon, but that is for midgets. I am just short. People in my position, we just marry someone six-foot-two, and let THEM reach high things for us. Plus, we are improving the gene pool, so our children don't have to deal with being short."

"Too bad you married someone tall and lazy."

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

They're finally listening to me about my breast cancer risk.

Since only my paternal grandmother had breast cancer, and there are no other women (like a mother, aunt, cousin or sister) with breast cancer in my family, I am considered low risk. It doesn't matter that my sister is younger than me, and that I have no aunts with cancer BECAUSE I HAVE NO AUNTS. I have no cousins with cancer because, up until about 5 years ago, I had NO COUSINS.

So, yeah, it turns out that breast cancer risk CAN be passed from the paternal side, and that it CAN be hard to spot in families without a lot of women.

Like, me.

But, hey, I got enough on my plate, without worrying about breast cancer.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

A reason to be glad I'm turning 40

Compiling the monthly Parent Line Community Calendar, I came across a kids' day camp that includes instruction in...Hand Washing.

Being a kid ain't all it's cracked up to be, these days.

Monday, June 18, 2007

Repaint, and sin no more

In an effort to show Hubby that I really do love him and care what he thinks, I gave him the ultimate super-secret Father's Day present---I have been painting the walls white. He never liked the colors I picked, and hated the generally unprofessional look, so white it is. I must admit, it is easier to make white look even, than colors, on the walls we have.

I've been painting since yesterday, and my arms are just...dead.

Friday, June 15, 2007

What Fun Looks Like: a Tutorial

They are performing. There is no cover charge. And they want you to join them. Because open mic night is fun.

This is Dana. Dana will dance with you. Dana will tell you you are the most attractive woman in the room. Dana will then tell your husband to go home and have sex with you. Dana loves women. Men who love women are fun.

This is Lisa, with her sisters-in-law. They are having fun. Because leaving the house is fun.

In 2 weeks, I am going again. If you have the sense God gave you, you will be there.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Get up offa dat funk, and dance til you feel better

OK, as the Privilidged Few are well aware, I am in a funk. But my tiny kitchen garden makes me feel a little better. Here we see some Christmas cactus, lemon grass, mint, several types of basil, a bonzai plant, amaryllis, avocado pit, cilantro and chili peppers. I would plant more stuff, but this window is really the sunniest location we've got. Plus, it is right near the coffee pot, which I use to water the plants.

Once upon a time, I had a green thumb. For ages, I didn't bother planting anything at all, because I knew I'd forget to water it. But now, I am enjoying my little window of green stuff.

Anybody want some basil?

Sunday, June 10, 2007

For this, I went to college

This afternoon, Son #4 was in my room, watching TV wearing a spiffy ensemble of long, navy dress pants and a wool crewneck sweater. Which would be fine, if it weren't June, in the northern hemisphere.

He is out of clothes again.

I do laundry just about every day.I clean, dry, fold, and return their clothes to their bedrooms. All Son #4 has to do is put those clothes on his shelves. He rarely does.

So, the clothes end up on the floor, in a pile, and the dog goes in and pisses all over them. Several times a week, I do a load or two of crisply folded, dog-urine-soaked children's clothes. I'll be doing yet another glorious load, this afternoon, thanks to a totally bullshitted "Yes, Ma'am, I Put All My Clothes Away" that I believed, yesterday.

Right now, I am spending the afternoon sitting in Son #4's room, pointing at the things that he needs to clean. I am going to sit here, and point, until the room is clean.

I am hating every minute of it. I need out.

Friday, June 01, 2007

Now, he calls me "Do Rag"

I am, in the words of Hubby, "whiter than bleached sheets". I also have a headful of recalcitrant curls. They are getting curlier as the years go by, and frizzier, and more likely to break. It is a source of great annoyance. It is also the reason why a couple of my friends have suggested that, way back, I maybe am a little less white than I assume.

Well, I am not about to try and figure that out. But, it got me thinking. If I pretend that, for styling purposes, anyway, my hair is of African descent, what will happen?

Today, on the advice of a particularly attractive beautician, I got myself a head scarf at the dollar store. It is supposed to condition my hair, while I sleep, and help my hair stay straight after I flat-iron it, so I don't have to iron it so often. This is not something I have considered. Sleeping in a head scarf is just not part of my culture. We bleached sheet types just don't do it. However, anything that improves me while I sleep is worth pursuing.

So I am in my adorable little satin head scarf, feeling like a hippie and looking forward to happier hair, when Hubby walks in.

"Is that a do rag? Can I call you 'do rag' now, for the rest of your life until the day you die?"

He can call me anything he wants...I have built-in growth promoters, for longer, stronger hair while I sleep.

Not that I'm going to sleep. I've been up since 3am.

Saturday night? Anybody?

This Saturday, I am going to go see Acme Blues Company at the Country Store. It sounds like bringing the Sons is kinda sorta an option, but I am not sure I am up for that. After all, live blues on a Saturday night is pretty much my idea of a night OFF, for Mom...but we'll see if the homeschooler in me wins out, and I chalk it up to Music Education.

Anyway, those of you who are within driving distance absolutely should come out. They are AWESOME. me on this one. Get in your car, and come listen. If you don't love every second of their show, I owe you a Coke.