Talent and Skill

Consistency isn't my forte.

Don't Go Cheap

My mom and dad never bought nice razors. So when I went off to college I had this underlying opinion that my roomates were being self-indulgent when they bought nice razors.

Of course their legs were smooth and glorious. Mine looked like they had been through a war.

Eventually I got over my tin foil collecting habits (did your grandmothers collect used tinfoil into a little ball? Depression era stuff, I suppose) and broke down and got the luxury drug store brand razors. It was especially cool in the mid nineties when the women's razors got all cool shaped and especially fantastic looking.

I don't know why last week I bought cheap razors at Target. Bad move.

I have just about taken off all of the skin on my shins and ankles. There are Dora bandaids on my heels.

Time to go back to the store.

Too True

We were driving home in the trusty van this afternoon. The children had bored of my flashcard drills..... so bored that they were finally telling me about their days at school.

Quirky has been somewhat interested in this one little girl at school, Ella. He told me at the beginning of the year that he likes "how she has freckles on her face."

Today apparently they had VERY important discussion. It was reported to me like this:

Quirky: "Mom, do you know all of the phone numbers of the moms of my school friends?"

Me: "I have a directory."

Quirky: "I need you to call Ella's mom. She doesn't believe that there are real life pirates anymore. I told her that I don't believe in Justin Bieber. I told her that he's a fairy... I mean fairy tale."

How are kids so danged smart????

ToMAYto/ToMAHto- whatever

See this? It's where I live. And I'm changing it.

I've been saying that it is my house. It's now my home.

Silly semantics. But they are so very very important, I've decided.

I've found myself in a slow and steady slide- and I'm stopping it now. Most ridiculously, I have begun to view all of the things I GET to do as things that I HAVE to do. Crazy!

I GET to help build and maintain my family's home.

I GET to make my children's lunches.

I GET to remove the trash and unwanted from our home.

I GET to fight with Quirky about how his letters should be written during homework.

I GET to preserve memories that are important to me.

I SHOULD savor this.

Feckless

The Boss Man told me I'd hit the trifecta the other night. (Does one say "hit the perfect trifecta?" Or is that redundant?)

He came in from out of town all bedraggled and worn out. Poor guy had driven to Louisiana the night prior and got stuck in traffic until 3:30 am and then went to meetings all day and drove back to TX the next night. Pulled in to our house around 11. Ouch.

Meanwhile I'd taken nyquil and gone to bed with the kids around 8:30. Also ouch, if you count that I've been hacking and sneezing all week. But nonetheless, I had gone to bed at 8 pm. Drugged on cold meds. With both kids snuggled into our bed with me. Delicious.

Apparently I had also:

1. Left the car unlocked.

2. Left the front door unlocked.

3. Left the back door unlocked.

TRIFECTA! I WON!!!

oops. I was also in trouble.

My parents used to call me feckless. You don't have to go look it up. It means "inattentive to detail." Pretty much sums me up. Apparently I spent most of my childhood with my head in the clouds. At least it explains Quirky. I could give a rats ass about the details. Appreciate them, but pretty much only can't focus.

which brings me to my new favorite website:

www.shitmywiferuined.com

I like to send golden little nuggets to The Boss Man so he can see the humor in his wife's flaws. It seems to help.

Heart Ablaze

I CANNOT GET ENOUGH OF THIS!!!!

I keep playing it over and over and over and over. I've always had a huge crush on Super Grover (sigh...) and now I must admit that Quirky and I spent most of the evening practicing the little dance moves that the muppets do at the bottom of the screen.

Rare that one little 1:52 snippet can sum things up so well...

FORG

So Very Very Busy

Worrying about stupid shit like this:

If I go one way home after dropping Quirky off at school then I can stop at the convenient store that has caffeine free Diet Coke. Then I get my daily vat.

But the straws there suck.

The other way home I can stop at the convenient store with excellent straws.

But they have NO caffeine free Diet Coke.