Join Me in Snarkville

1. That I dropped a chocolate cake out of the fridge that Duke and I had made earlier in the week.
2. On the FLOOR. (it had two kind of frosting, only two LITTLE pieces ever cut out of it, and it sort of exploded in a mushroom cloud of cake/frosting/shame)
3. I considered having a slice and sharing with Duke, even after it hit the floor.
4. That the spot where the cake fell is the single cleanest bit of floor in my kitchen. (more…)

If I could write sonnets, I would. If I had more money I’d donate it to him. If I didn’t think I’d scare him, I’d hug him. But alas, I thanked him tons and paid for my haircut and promised photos from the cruise.

So, you ought to know the before: The Before

Then there is the after: The After

A few more photos on at Flickr, in case you need better views.

Reactions thus far:

Prince: Love the color, that looks great — would like it a bit longer, though.

Duke: Mama, you cut your hair. (yes, I did, what do you think)  I think it is silly.  (Does that mean you like it?) Yes!!!

Queen Mum:  Isn’t that the haircut I gave you about age 10?  See I was right then too.  (Um, yes — fine — but that time you kept trying to making it even was another story entirely — feel better?)

Oh yes, it is “haircut day.”  I freely admit that I’m thrilled and excited and a little scared.

No, I have no idea what it will be when I’m done.  I’m throwing myself on the mercy of “My Guy” and hoping for the best.  When I called, I may have started with “We need to talk”  which could be good or bad, but fortunately, I firmly believe that my guy gets me.  I know he’ll understand when I say I want something fun and funky, that I don’t mean a mohawk in blue.  I’m fairly certain that when I say, I want to not have to fuss with it much, that I don’t mean, “I want it to look like I rolled out of bed” and mostly, when I say, “Just make me look good”  he knows that the style can not involve more than 10 minutes total fuss time.

So, I head off today, looking forward to my new style — which I’m 60% sure will be my old style in 2 weeks — because I’m not so good with new tricks.  I’m fairly certain that the gray is getting hidden.  Hopefully photos will appear tomorrow, if I’m not wearing a hat for a bit.

I spent most of the day yesterday having flashbacks to high school detention. You see, I had traffic school* yesterday. Let me say that again, I had 8 hours of traffic school are really 6 hours and 40 minutes of instruction. Wait, instruction? I was supposed to be instructed on something? (more…)

Seriously, when have I ever gone this long without blogging?  Ok, there were all those times I was away on vacation, but seriously…I just posted something and then a week plus whirls past me. Frankly, it is a sad state when the husband updates more often than I.

See the problem is that I’ve been so busy lately that stopping to find something in my day that is bloggable and funny is hard.  Like work almost.  The other problem is that when I do have something happen that is bloggable and funny, I forget it — because let’s face it, my brain can only hold so much and is currently full of useless crap.

So, here’s the random stuff I can remember that I’ve been meaning to tell you:

1. My elbows hurt.  Yes, I realize that I’m old and getting older, but when did it become ok for my elbows hurting to wake me up at night?  yes it is both of them.  Yes it is the elbows themselves and not the joint — no seriously the BALLs of the elbows — the part you use to elbow your friend when you see something truly horrible on the street and you MUST point it out so you both may laugh.  Yes, the bone dangit.  And no, I have no idea why my elbows hurt.
2. Yesterday, I packed 122 goody bags full of cool and fabulous stuff.  And by we, I totally mean Prince and I packed them.  The best part was at 8am when he was all hopeful looking holding the first bag in his hand saying, “I’m ready” and I was all “Honey, I don’t have all the boxes laid out yet, wanna help me?”  Then he opened and moved a box and then picked up the bag again “I’m ready”  “Um, darling, this is going to be a bit.”  Him: “I’m really hoping this won’t take all day.” Me: “You keep hoping that ok — by myself it took me two days to do 75 of these last year.” Him: “But I’m here to help you this year.” Start time: 8am.  End Time: 3pm.  By definition this is ALL DAY!
3. Duke wants me to knit him a pair of socks.  Yes, his feet are small and I could knit him up a pair in little time — but I flatly refuse until he begins to put his own socks on his own feet for me.  Oh, yes — he’s perfectly capable and I’ve seen him do it — but given the choice of doing it himself or having Mama touch his stinky boy feet….oh, my…do I have to go there?  So the quandary is, do I knit the socks and tell him he can’t have them until he puts his socks on his own feet; do I knit the socks and tell him I will never put these socks on his feet, if he wants to wear them, he has to do it (and does this then commit me to a lifetime of knitting him socks because I won’t have to put them on him later — and where do I apply for a knitting daughter in law now?), or do I hold firm that I will not begin socks until he puts his current socks on his own feet?  It’s hard being the mommy.
4. I have a formal affair to go to tomorrow night.  Yes, because Wednesdays are formal night, why do you ask? No, I have no idea what I’m going to wear.  Yes, I have at least 5 to 7 different formal outfits ranging from very formal (think ball gown) to mildly formal (think garden party wedding).  But that’s not my biggest problem — my hair is my biggest problem.  I sort of need a haircut.  I have been putting it off because I need to decide if I’m going to keep coloring my hair.  The thing is, I don’t think I want to — but I am not sure I’m ready to be this gray.  The other problem is that if I decide to not color my hair, I have to deal with the grow out period and that isn’t all that pretty.  Add to that a whole formal event and cruise coming up and I have no idea what to do.  So, I’m asking for advice — dye or not dye? If dye, what color? And finally, what style?  Photos would be helpful.

So, since this is apparently advice day in Snarkville, I open the doors to you all, my gentle readers.  Advice me.

You have to know that we are not a sports household here.  Oh, yes, we love a good baseball season — though Prince and I have fundamental differences in what team* to cheer for.  We prefer to go to a ballpark to watch a game than watch on TV.  We never seem to have any sort of game on TV.  So, you can imagine Prince’s shock that I watched the final two games of the NCAA tournament on TV this week.  Oh, yes, but I had a reason… (more…)

First an foremost, in case you haven’t heard, He is Risen!!!  This is the most exciting day of the year, even without egg bearing rabbits and chocolate highs.  It is so easy to forget as we get caught up in the stuff that this day is important because death is conquered. Oh, I’m not above the forgetting… (more…)

I have spent half my weekend in bed.  Seems I have veritgo (which is completely different than ‘being dizzy’ according to Dr. Google).  Techincally, I had an inner ear infection, but after 24 hours in bed praying for the world to JUST.STOP.MOVING.   (and oh, since nothing else was really wrong with me, I was HUNGRY, but couldn’t face food since it is oh, so very hard to eat while laying on your side.)

So, late afternoon Sunday, I called my doctor, my doctor who has his home and cell phone numbers on his office voicemail.  (I think he needs a service, but I also know that the majority of his clients are older and he is more of the old fashioned family doctor.  I really like him, but not enough that I want to chat with him on Sundays.)  I called, he told me he didn’t think I needed to go to the ER (YIPPIE.) and come see him at noon the next day.  I woke up at 5am Monday morning, NOT dizzy. Natch.  So, I go to the doctor and I’m diagnosed with “something that was probably an inner ear infection, we should watch for more episodes to see if we need to look further.”  (Oh, and I was told that while he was thrilled I cared about my health, perhaps Dr. Google wasn’t the best place for me.)

So, since I’ve been down for a bit (and yes, I’m better now, but still afraid to stand up, since I’m just not convinced it won’t come back), I offer you randomness… (more…)

So, Duke has the adorable habit of climbing into bed with us in the morning as Prince is starting to get moving and I’m in total denial that the world is waking.  (Sidenote:  when I say “climb into bed with us” I really mean crawl over me pushing elbows and knees into me with rather sharp pains in the process — just so everyone knows how completely adorable this process is at 6am).  After he gets fairly settled, blanket laid flat, he gets an arm behind his head so he can watch the news with us, the talking begins.  Currently he is fascinated by the day of the week, he’ll ask “Is it …..?” And I will say “yes” or “no, it is ….”  Well, for some days he has special names for the days, like Waffle Wednesday or Muffin Monday (yes, it has to do with breakfast, your point?) so this morning, he wanted to know what Thursday was.  And I thought and I thought and I thought.  Once he was out of the door, it dawned on me — it should be “Learn Something Thursday”…so this is the list (shock, I know) of things I learned… (more…)

I’ve been composing a post in my head for a couple of days — which frankly isn’t the best place for it.  Well, I’m typically doing this composing as I’m falling to sleep, so does anyone want to hazard a guess if I remember much?  So, I thought today would be a tribute to all the things I’ve been meaning to tell you, I’ve forgotten, and perhaps, still don’t remember.  And, as if this is new, here’s a list… (more…)