Friday, June 01, 2007
I had a laser hair removal appointment yesterday. I had the day off, so I wasn't in any rush - which was good because they were behind by a bit. After waiting for almost 15 minutes past my appointment, it turned out that the room had been mistakenly booked for a one hour procedure when in reality it was a two hour procedure. I didn't want to sit and wait THAT long. So they offered me a free pedicure! How can I turn that down, seeing as I was planning on booking one for next time anyhow. I also got my brows waxed which I have been wanting to do. No strange surprized look or pencil thin line, just a clean up LOL. Did you know I have TWO eyebrows? Who'd a thunk it ;). I actually like the natural shape of my brows. Not too bushy, and with just a bit of clean up along the bottom of the arch and the bridge of the nose they look pretty good. I have used those strips before (that look like clear tape) and they work okay but I wanted to try a professional job. Much better, and no multiple tries in the same area. And it only cost nine dollars. Which, I don't know if that is a LOT of money or what but it was less than I thought. Of course, I wasn't expecting a pedicure so I was wearing the wrong shoes, the wrong pants, and hadn't shaved my legs. We rolled up my jeans and they gave me these thin flip flop thingies to wear. As for the hairy legs? Meh. I don't care much about that. I am one of the few women of the world that does not get embarassed about it. There are reasons I don't shave my legs often, and the hair is fine and sparse and frankly, people need to be more upset about the real issues of the world than about a dumpy frumpy mother-of-one who needs a leg shave. Sure, smooth shiny hairless legs look pretty. So does Brad Pitt. Let's face it, there are more men LESS like Brad Pitt than there are that DO look like him. If I have to deal with THAT disappointment, then a few people can deal with my fish-belly-white hairy legs. As for the laser appointment, well, they are getting more and more traumatizing. So far I like the results but we still have a ways to go under the chin area. And they turn it up a bit each time, and frankly, this time it fricken hurt! Next time it will be possitively swearable I am sure. I hope the technician doesn't have tender ears, because I have some good swears in me (despite my outward appearances and the fact that it is hilariously funny when I swear. Kind of like how funny it is when your 80 year old grandmother tells a dirty joke without realizing that is what it is. Grandma, if you are reading this, "boner" does not mean what I think you think it means). We had the Brownie pot luck last night, and the Sparks and Guides and Pathfinders were there as well. Once again I am amazed at how often adults have to be reminded to be quiet. Talking during the ceremony, talking louder than the singing while the girls put on their shows. There was an incessant cell phone ring. The person would look at the phone and decide not to answer it, but let it continue ringing. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and said "Turn. The. Ringer. Off". I got a very startled look but they did just that. Sheesh! Very few people sampled the cheeseburger macaroni I made (basically mac and cheese creamy style with meatballs in it). I was disappointed. It was really good. The people that did take it went back for seconds. I think maybe people thought it was some strange macaroni salad. Or maybe it was just too hot to eat mac-n-cheese in a hall that is not air conditioned and packed with people. Who knows. I will divide it and freeze it for future meals. I wouldn't normally keep the leftovers, but it wasn't a finger type food with hands in it and frankly, there is too much left to waste it.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
I don't know why, but Ruby has been extraordinarily snuggly and kissy lately. Usually she would NEVER allow me to kiss her face - except under extreme duress LOL. And she rarely gives kisses, except when greeting us home. But lately? Snuggle bunny-o-rama. She will come up and give kisses for no real reason, tail wagging and everything. Hmmmm. Maybe she is plotting our demise with the cats and can no longer contain her glee. You see, I have a deep seated notion that people's pets spend most of their time plotting the demise of their dear owners. That is right! While we think Fido and Felix are fully bonded and dependant on us, they are really lying there wishing for opposable thumbs so they can finally put their diabolical plan on paper. Everybody knows, you need a paper plan. Sheesh. That is the only thing in their way, my friends. Once they get over that hurdle, we'll all be sleeping with the fishes. Or at least being held under the aquarium water by them. Yes, even the goldfish that kisses the top of the water and innocently swims back and forth gracefully wants to kill us. And the snail. Don't forget about the snail. They sail around the glass, chomping algae and looking sluggish and slow. Then one day? BAM! They attack like a speeding bullet and latch on, to suck us dry. Oh yes, my friends. I am not fooled. Not one little bit. I fully expect that if anything happens to me and I fall unconscious (or worse) that the first thing the cats will do is try to eat my eyeballs. I have no false assumptions. I understand our relationship. The minute my ability to fill the food dish is compromised, I am toast. I don't know that Ruby would try to eat me. No. She is more likely to be found cavorting across the kitchen table or happily snurfling through my underwear drawer upon realizing that I have fallen and cannot get up. What better opportunity to poop in DD's room, pee in the basement, and push all the DVD's off the coffee table for one and for all? Heck, push off the couch cushions too. It's not like I can stop you, little doggie. Every time I have to put my hand or arm in the tank, I wonder if this will be the day that Cedric decides to take his chance and go pirahna on my arse. Or Dora will decide to try her ninja snail tricks and fling herself at my neck to do me in. I look around to make sure the cats aren't peeking over the bannister holding the toaster, waiting to lob it into the water and electrocute me. Two for the price of one, finally getting out from under my dominance AND a tasty cooked fishy snack and escargot appetizer. See, the animals will PRETEND to work together for a common goal, but we all know how two faced cats are. You can't trust them as far as you can fling them. Frankie the canary is not immune to these thoughts either, I am sure. The cage he is in is as much to protect ourselves from being pecked to death in the night as it is to keep him safe from the cats and from escaping the house. Those canaries are small, but they are wiley. Sometimes when we have the windows open I can hear him singing, and he is answered by wild sparrows and finches from outside. Plotting with his wild brethren, no doubt. A friend once taught his cat how to open the fridge door and retrieve his own tuna snack. "Are you mad?!?!" I screamed, renting his garments and shaking him violently by the collar. "Don't you know this is the beginning of the end?!?!". He doesn't talk to us anymore. Brainwashed by the feline, I am sure. Once the cat knew I was on to his plan, he couldn't risk my involvement anymore. Yeah. That was what it was. Ahem. If ever a time comes that there is no blog, for say five days. And you know I am not on vacation or anything. Assume that I have been overtaken by the household zoo, and send reinforcements. *Hey. What the? Argh!* And cat treetz. Lots and lots of cat treetz. Bwa-ha-ha-haaaa!
Monday, May 28, 2007
Well, DD did her first overnight camping trip without me. She even slept in a tent. And it rained. And she LOVED it LOL! They made their own breakfast (oatmeal) and lunch (lasagne in a solar oven - she said the noodles were still crunchy because their wasn't enough sauce but they were hungry so they ate it anyway LOLOL). They helped put up the tents and take them down. I am so proud of her. The weather is really warming up, which of course here means mosquitoes. Usually she gets a bite or two, but nothing serious. She is like me, the mozzies don't seem interested as long as we don't stand outside sweating at dusk. DH, however, is a mosquito gourmet meal. He gets absolutely attacked. Even more if he has had beer. And he welts up like he's been shot with paint balls. This year is different, however. I think because of the odd weather (warm early, then cold, then warm, then cold etc.) the mosquitoes are desperate. She has five bites, and they ALL welted up and are extremely itchy. She got two Friday, and three more while camping. "After Bite" only works for a few minutes. Dabbing on calomine lotion works longer, but she was upset to have to go to school with polka dots LOL. Last night we gave her some kids benedryl to help the itching as well. Today they look MUCH better. In years past I have been loathe to dip my child in poison to keep the bugs away when she rarely got bit. I might have to change my mind this year if they continue to use her as a snack. I have heard they have already found West Nile, six weeks earlier than normal. Don't want to take chances with that. I'll see how it goes as the summer progresses. She was late for school this morning. I had to send her in with a "Mommy is a dork" letter because I forgot to set my alarm last night and we slept in. What a twit! I don't know what I was thinking when I went to bed. It is entirely possible that I set it then unset it by "setting" it again. That sounds more like me *snort*. Ten minutes late. But her hair was brushed and braided and she had her homework and agenda and clean clothes and everything she needs. Do I get points for that? Tee hee! I finished that pair of socks, just have to attach the strap that goes between the toes. The next pair I make, I will go a bit longer at the ankle, 2x2 rib instead of 1x1, and want to try the toe from a different pattern. Sort of combining the footie pattern with the sock pattern. I think the heel will keep the footie part in place better, and I really like the individual big toe "sleeve" from the footie pattern. I think it will provide more protection for my tender little toesies when I wear the flip flops I specifically bought to wear with socks and footies like these LOL. Funny, I can't really feel my feet but any pressure between or on my toes is excruciating. Ruby constantly steps on my toes with her little feet and it about kills me. She squishes like ONE toe and twists. AARGH. Poor thing has a goopy ear again. I cleaned it all up last night and gave her something to help with the itching. If it isn't better today I'll bring her in and have it looked at. One minute she was fine, then she jumped down and started rubbing her ear on the floor. When she jumped back up - ewwwww! She was STINKY. I don't know where that stinky goop came from, but blech. We call it "cheesy ears" LOL. Gross I know. Finally got to see Marie Antoinette this week-end. And I loved it. I have always liked Kirsten Dunst and I think she did a wonderful job. I enjoyed the modern twist on the language and music. And the clothes did not disappoint! And a pug or two surely did not hurt ;).