8/08/2007

Bigger Is Better Stumble Upon Digg It! Add to Delicious Add to Technorati

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My daughters 3rd birthday is in about a month. I’ve been thinking for a while for a “big” thing that I could get her. She’s getting to an age where tools are bit cooler (i.e. more expensive) and the hazard of choking is a little less.
My mama gave her a couple princess Barbies the other day. She’s never really been into any of the baby dolls that she’s had though—always more prone to building towers with legos—or taking shit apart and putting it back together. So, imagine my surprise that this house has now turned into Barbiepalooza for the last few weeks.
We eat with them, bath with them, sleep with them. They ride in the car and go potty with us. They are with us at all time.
So, Barbie Doll Dream House was 1st on my list. But the shear magnitude of little itty bitty items that come with that thing is amazing...Choking hazard is LESS but not all together gone. (not to mention that Mattel says Age 6 and up...I’ll trust them)
So, we decide that a HUGE F’ING swing set is the way to go this year.
I’m going to have to buy her a car for her 4th birthday!
I guess I need to tell my husband tonight that this is coming in the mail...and that “some assembly is required”……..

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8/08/2007

The Root of all Evil Stumble Upon Digg It! Add to Delicious Add to Technorati

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For the most part, I’m intending on keeping these posts light hearted….however, I felt as though my brain would explode today from the amount of heinous acts that were splattered across the news today. This is not to offend—or to upset...proceed reading with caution
Story #1—A couple being charged with ‘neglect’ because they were so consumed with their D&D online games that they didn't feed, clean or even pay attention to their 2 children. One so matted with cat urine in her hair that her head had to be shaved by Social Services. The other stuck in a crib for so long—that his legs grew funny and he’s having a difficult time walking. Neglect???
Story #2—A man, who was asked to leave his friend/girlfriends house, apparently didn't agree with her, so strangled the mother to unconsciousness, shoved her and her five year old daughter in the car. The mother comes too—grabs her daughter and jumps from the moving car, only to have him find them– strangle her again—and this time dump the mother in the trunk. Drove for a while—throws the ALIVE 5 year old girl to ALLIGATORS and then dumps the mom in a field. He was found guilty today—and may face the death penalty.
Story #3– A mom pulled over on a DUI charge. After she’s pulled from the car and arrested a police officer notices two small children in the back seat. He also notices more then 100 COCKROACHES, open food containers, alcohol, and these small children covered in their own feces. Her children are now with their Grandfather.
Fortunately, the children in Story 1 and 3 lived...and I pray to God will find better homes, better people and the safety and caring home that ALL children rightly deserve. In the case of Story 2—I pray for the mother that was left behind to grieve her daughter every day.
With how fast information and news is passed in this day and age—the sad truth is that these three stories are mild compared to some things. Our justice system must be faster and most of all stronger on crimes towards children.
I, for one, will be the first to stand in line if they need a volunteer at the switch.

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8/08/2007

Hair, Hair Everywhere Stumble Upon Digg It! Add to Delicious Add to Technorati

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I don’t know many working mothers that don’t have their morning routine down to a science. The amount of things you need to get done in a short spam of time (unless you want to wake up at 4:00 am) is astounding at times.
Get yourself ready. Get the kid(s) ready. Feed the dog. Car keys. Coffee for the road. Find the lost shoe—No, not THAT shoe—The one with Cinderella on it. Purse. Pack the lunches. Strap everyone in—and off you go.
I am out of bed every morning at 6:08 AM. Odd time, yes. However, I’ve found that 6:08 is a perfect time to set the alarm for. I know that if I push snooze just once—It’ll push me over the 6:15 mark.
I give myself about 5 minutes to sit and stare at the wall and drink a cup of coffee. Then shower, make up and dress. Ready to go—Right?
WRONG. We still have to deal with the 147 pounds of hair that is gracing my head.
I have a lot of hair. Blessing—Curse. Your call. However, the older I get the more troublesome it is becoming.
All of said hair is very thick—and when left to it’s own accord—has a strong resemblance to Edward Scissorhands. My daily routine of taming the mane involves FrizzFree shampoo—FrizzFree conditioner, followed by another FrizzFree serum of some kind. Hair Dryer (insert Johnny Depp at this point) THEN followed by a $150 worth of hair straighter.
As stated earlier—I’m getting older. The silver/white hairs are starting to win their war against my head—and there in lies the problem. You can’t straighten gray hair. So now what I end up looking like all the time is a big mass of hair with white pubic hair sticking out everywhere.
My husband shaves his head. I think we would be cute if we matched.
Now taking donations for the $180 dollars needed to color and cut my hair.

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8/08/2007

Yours, Mine and MINE Stumble Upon Digg It! Add to Delicious Add to Technorati

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I don’t have many girlfriends. Never have. The older I got the more important the few that I did have became.
I got an interesting phone call from one of those said friends today—and it got me thinking about something I haven't thought about in a while.
She’s recently divorced. By recently—I mean about a year. Anyone I know that’s ever been divorced, a year is nothing.
That first year is a lot of things. It’s crying. It’s feeling like a failure. It’s sowing your wild oats (as in my case) or just a basic feeling of ‘what a waste of ‘x’ amount of years’.
So many of us had what we, in my family, now call ‘starter marriages’. That whole dream of being married, the big white gown, the big party—etc. And then reality kicks in.
However, I digress. My point was—the reason she called. Turns out she had to meet with said “X” today (they still have business together). During said meeting he, however casually, mentioned that he was still hanging out with some of her friends.
She wanted me to be pissed with her. And HELL YEA I was.
This is my take.
Friends should be listed in the property settlement papers.
Let’s use an example, shall we.
Let’s say—my older sister and my brother in-law divorce. (which would NEVER happen—because the same alien ship delivered them both to earth )
I love my brother in laws brother—Dave. However, if they split—I lose him. That’s the way it goes.
Not everyone will agree—I know. However, if my sister just split from her husband—and I’m still hanging out with her old brother in law….Just kind of tacky if you ask me.
So, that’s the way it goes. You have to pick sides sometimes. It sucks—and you miss them. Truth be told—I DO miss people from my previous life. I loved his family. I was interested in the person his older brother had become, and was excited to see who his younger brother was going to be.
But those aren't my people anymore. They are his. He gets to keep them. And I get to keep mine.
So, she called…...And I was pissed for and with her. And sometimes that’s what being a friend is all about.

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8/08/2007

Silencio Curse on Critics Stumble Upon Digg It! Add to Delicious Add to Technorati

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2 things happened this weekend that are note worthy.
1. I went to a movie all by myself for the very first time in my life. And
2. Above mentioned movie was, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
I will be the first to admit that I did not jump on the Harry Potter band wagon when it first pulled into the station. And I will further admit that I actually spent a few years making fun of my husband for reading “children's books”.
Well my ‘comeupence’ would soon be on it’s way. After seeing the first movie I had to know what happened next, so therefore had to pick up book 2. From that point I was more an avid fan then he. (and by “avid” I mean—obnoxious and impatient)
The movie was great I thought. Yes, a bit grim (heh—get it ‘grim’ - shout out to Book 3) There are a lot of people out there that love to spill their noxious opinions on “this wasn't in the movie and this wasn't in the movie”. How on earth does one condense a 863 page book, into a two hour movie. One must cut what isn't deemed a “major plot” point. The movie had to show those that don’t read the books (although that behavior is very odd to me personally) a thrilling, action packed two hour movie. Not to mention J.K. Rowling herself sits on set and has a say in the ‘goings on’.
One person actually suggested to me that Harry Potter—Order of the Phoenix should have been released in two—two hour movies so then we could have ALL that was in the books.
Wahuh?
Personally, I don’t need to see THAT much of Dolores Umbridge. There was just enough of her in that movie for me to hate her—JUST AS MUCH as I hated her in the book.
So, that’s it. Go see m’boy Harry.
Seriously—it’s a movie. Get over it.
Oh, and the other thing—going to a movie by yourself is actually a fairly liberating thing. However, I did find one issue without having companionship.
There was no one to watch my purse when I had to run to the bathroom in the middle.
I’ll have to think about that one for next time.
Cheers.

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