Wednesday, March 31, 2010


You know how sometimes you think you look really awesome?  You feel it, therefore you must look it.

In January I decided to try putting my hair in braids.  I looked in the mirror and thought, "Hey, these look amazing."  And, I believed it all day long.  It wasn't until I got home that night and used the mirror to look at the back of my head, then I realized.

I realized I hadn't looked awesome at all.  I'd looked like a dork wearing braids.  I also looked like I had a super flat head in the back... like my mom had strapped me too tight to the cradle board as a baby or had forgotten to give me "tummy time."


Tuesday, March 30, 2010

No Fear! (do you remember those shirts... I never had one)

Sometimes fears are silly. Sometimes they're not.

I used to be afraid of getting lost. I worried I'd lose my parents, and they'd lose me. I'm not really afraid of that anymore.

I used to be afraid of swimming pool drains... the big drain at the bottom of pools that's covered by a grate. I worried there was a water snake or an alligator or a hairball down there and they would get me or touch me while I was swimming. I'm not worried about the water snake or alligator anymore.

I used to be afraid of the movies Pinocchio, Alice in Wonderland and The Wizard of Oz. When I was eight, I tried to watch Pinocchio again, sure that I was old enough to handle it. I only made it ten minutes in and had to turn it off... WAY too scary. I'm not afraid of them anymore either.


I am still afraid of touching dirty dish water, showering in tubs that don't drain very well, and putting my hands down sink drains to fish something out of the garbage disposal.

Luckily, all I have to do is leave a note and "someone" takes care of it.

Monday, March 29, 2010

I'm Pretty Sure He Likes Delilah

Dear Blogity Blog,

I lost my iPOD last week.  I left it on the plane.  NO ONE turned it in to lost and found and I know because I've called more than once.  I think that cleaning person decided to turn it in to his/her pocket instead.  I've been bummed about it all week until today.  Today Ray gave me his iPOD (his is nicer and newer).  He said he gave it to me because he "rarely" uses it.  He also said I could wipe it clean and put all my stuff on it.

Tonight's been great, and not because he gave his iPOD to me.  I'm going through all the music on it and trying not to laugh... don't want to make him feel embarrassed.  I knew this was going to be great before I'd even left the A's.  He has Air Supply on here.  As I kept scrolling, it only got better.  The B's have Boys II Men, and the C's have Celine Dion.  The real belly buster happened when I got to the W's.  My husband has Wilson Phillips on his iPOD.  Who is this person?

Ray's getting the last laugh now, though.  I'm the one singing along (LOUDLY) to Wilson Phillips.  I feel like I'm 10 and hanging out with my best friend Gwen.  We've got the music on low.  We're laying in her water bed and talking about what we want our houses to look like when we get older.  I can't even begin to make you understand what this feels like.  You'll just have to go turn on Wilson Phillips and feel it for yourself.  This has been the best blast-from-the-past ever.

Gwen, if you lived anywhere near me, I'd come over and share Ray's iPOD with you.  I'd also bring some graph paper so we could draw the blueprints to our houses and then we could end the night by playing MASH.  I think we'd have an awesome night.

I don't think I'll be wiping his iPOD clean... not with all these gems on it.


On another funny side note; after the first 5 Wilson Phillips songs played I subconsciously thought, "almost time to turn the tape over."  A side and B side, burned into the brain F-O-R-E-V-E-R.