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Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Thanks alot!!!




I just read about this great idea, 30 Days of Thanksgiving which started today. It is such a great idea. I sat down and made a list of 30 or so of the people who make my life great and I marched right over to Target, like I do every other day of the week, and found some cute Thank You cards, and I came home and got the first one in the mail. It felt really good.

Updates to follow. Wish me luck.

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Sparkles and such

Last night I went to one of those “low pressure” home parties—which in themselves are another topic for another day. It was a glittery jewelry party, which is really not my thing as I hardly wear jewelry and never the glittery kind. ANYWAY, I browsed the selection and then headed into the kitchen, because food is totally my thing, even the glittery kind. I stumbled into a conversation already in progress. Several of the “lipstick/sparkle” girls were there discussing boob jobs. It was an awkward moment when I realized I was the only gal in the room who hasn’t had one and doesn't want one.

“Well, I’m having mine redone in couple of years. I had them done, and then I had a baby”

Groans all around, this is apparently a bad thing, for some reason I am not privy to.

“I had mine totally reconstructed”

Something about nipple directionage.

“I’ve had people ask why I went so big.” WHO?? “I tell them, I paid 8 grand for these things, I want everyone to know I had a boob job.”

WHAT!!?

I just sort of eased myself out of the room, after all I had nothing to add, except—“You women are CRAZY!!”
I have “views” on breast augmentation. Mind you I have a gold plated soapbox in my family room, I have “views” on LOTS of things, but when did this just become so common place? There seems to be an unspoken competition between women. Not to be the best mom or the best homemaker, those events still exist, but they have been surpassed by the “Never in a Million Years Could You do all of Your Mom Stuff and still Look like THIS” competition. The hair, the nails, the clothes, the Boobs!
SIGH.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

bad habits

I have confession, I watch reality T.V. Not only do I watch it, I ENJOY it. I know it is scandalous. If I am not going to be home I record America’s Next Top Model, I know, it’s pathetic. I love to see the girls get made up and the clothes and the DRAMA. The makeover episode is my favorite. I love Tyra, and Mr. Jay and Nigel. Twiggy gets on my nerves and Miss J, gives me the creeps.

I watch Survivor, yes, I know, they all lie, I know that having a boob job will definitely earn you a spot in a remote location, and I know that without an alliance and some serious trickery no one stands a chance of winning that million bucks.
I am ashamed. I feel like reality T.V. is dumb. And that by watching I am getting dumb(er).

Still I watch.

PATHETIC!!!

Wait—there’s more. I also watch BIG LOVE, and I really like it. I surely could be cast out of the inner circle at park day. I can’t help it. I love watching Bill deal with his wives, and I can’t stand that stinking Nicki, and Roman…….

So, my secret is out, sorta. It could be worse, right?

Friday, October 12, 2007

My favorite

This is my favorite nephew.
He LOVES to be photographed.

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Fall Break

It's Fall Break!!
I am so excited. I love fall and I love school breaks. No homework! No cross country practice!
No early morning name calling.
Autumn is my favorite, not that we have much changing foliage or many crisp mornings around here -
But my childhood memories and photos like these help get me through-
Sigh

We are going to spend the day getting SPOOKY!!
Yea!! for FALL!!
Changing leaves
Halloween
Thanksgiving
Pumkin Pie
Candy Corn

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

It takes one to know one


This morning I went into the bathroom, on the floor was a note that had obviously been slipped under the door, it said-

Stop being a d***. Oh you can’t because you are one.

As I wonder who the writer and intended recipient are (though I have a pretty good idea), I am nearly overcome with the immature urge to scrawl
“I know you are but what am I?” on the bottom of the paper.



I resist, and toss the note in the garbage. Because I am the mother.

Pink Houses





Around the corner some of our neighbors have painted their house pink. Pepto pink, with a nice rose trim. It's only been about a week and the first 20 or 30 times you drive by, you gasp. My 7 year old daughter LOVES it. She has had her eye on a purple house near her school. Finally having a pink house in her own neighborhood is more than she could have hoped for.It's a bit bold for my taste, but having the option is one thing I love about living in the "HOA free zone". (That and the fact that I can leave my valentine decorations up until Easter.) Our streets have character and charm. We don't all have to agree on what constitutes "charm". So, yesterday a friend who lives in another neighborhood came by and she said,"I'm so sorry your neighbors painted their house pink."I laughed. It's pink but I didn't realize sympathy was in order.She was serious!! "Maybe they hate Mormons." she said.


OKAY-


1. Why on earth would you garner that a pink house means mormon hater? (our neighborhood is about 70% lds)


2. Am I naive? Would someone go to such lengths to annoy? I mean it's really pink.


3. Are some of my lds friends so sensitive that they would perceive an ugly house to be an insult somehow directed at their faith?Really, it's kind of funny to me. Should I be worried about the "evil antis" in the bubble gum house?
P.S. The house at the top is NOT our pink house.

Monday, October 8, 2007

American History

I mentioned a few days ago how Gone with the Wind was being used to teach my son about the Civil War, well, things are NOT looking up in the Dept. of Social Studies at our local Jr. High. There was a question on today’s homework about sectionalism and it’s relation to the secession of the southern states (material no doubt covered by Miss Scarlet). In an effort to make sure we were all on the same page I suggested we look up the definition of sectionalism in the glossary. Imagine my surprise when I discovered not one but two glossaries in the back of the book. Yep, in my son’s American History book there is an English glossary and a Spanish glossary. Definitions in Spanish, for those living in the United States, going to a school funded by American tax dollars and learning (or to the best of David O. Selznick’s cinematographic abilities) about the history of the United States of America!!!
I am all about equal opportunity and my views on immigration (among other things) have caused me to be labeled a liberal in some circles, but this is really, in my book, too much. If we expect these kids to speak English and learn about American History I think it’s time we do what ever is necessary to make sure they can speak the language. I am not of the opinion that a Spanish glossary acheives this goal.



On a completely different note, this morning as I am doing my daily “blog check” I am overwhelmed (in a good way) at all of the interesting topics relating to General Conference and I can’t wait to read them all. –But, wait I will, for I have much to do this morning. SIGH.

Friday, October 5, 2007

Common Courtesty

I have just learned from a neighbor, that another neighbor has been not performing proper clean up when her pet unloads on our lawns. This is upsetting for a few reasons.

1. This neighbor (the negligent one) is the first to have a “Come to Jesus Meeting”—her words, when she feels she has been wronged.

2. I am a bit frightened of this person and her CtJM’s. I know that is lame, but it’s true.

3. My lawn looks bad enough already, I really don’t need someone else’s dog crap out there!!

So, what to do? She walks the dog at 5:30 a.m. even on the weekends. I am not inclined to patrol my yard at that ungodly hour. I am not the passive aggressive type, it’s not my nature to collect the piles of crap and return them to her yard. I am also not unpassively aggressive, so the odds of me confronting her are pretty slim too. I wish I had a backbone!!

Thursday, October 4, 2007

Guilt

My friend’s daughter has been staying with us this week. It’s making me cranky. Please understand, it’s not unusual for me to be cranky, it’s just not so often that I can absolutely pinpoint the cause of said crankiness. So I started thinking, why are some peoples’ children easier to like (love, even) than others?

This little girl should be painless, she’s potty trained, and dresses herself, she sleeps through the night, and more often than not plays well with my daughter. At first I thought that the problem was with me. Maybe I am some kind of kid hater. But I am SO not a kid hater, I love kids. Our house is usually full of them, and most of the time I am glad. Even so, every once in a while one comes along that really gets to me.

Is it the way I feel about the parents? Her folks are a little nutty, but who isn’t, right? I don’t think that’s it, plenty of our regulars have parents that I either don’t care for or don’t have an opinion about at all, and one tyke that really bugs me has a mom that I adore.

I don’t think it’s necessarily her habits; whining, not speaking when spoken to, and teaching my daughter dance moves that include pelvic thrusts, though I really could do with out the thrusting. So what is it?

I know that when she leaves I will feel guilty, not because I have been mean to her, I haven’t. I will feel guilty because I will be relieved she is gone. Am I the only one who feels this way?

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Song of the South





I am exhausted.

Last night I was up until midnight helping my 12 year old son finish his French dream house (if only), and reading 10 pages about the Louisiana Purchase and the Gold Rush. The reason he had to read about them last night is because he has spent the last 3 days of class time watching Gone with the Wind. That’s right, somehow it is more important to see Scarlet O’ Hara make a fashion statement in her window treatments, than to hear and discuss Thomas Jefferson’s Fabulous Buy of middle America. Silly things like the invasion of California by greedy gold mongers can apparently be intrusted to the parents. That’s fine, but what on earth are we paying Mrs. U.S. History for?! He had to make a freaking Gone with the Wind flip book!!!

 
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