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Thursday, November 17, 2005
Oh no. It's after eleven and she's updating. You know what THAT means.
I do tend to get a little rambly late at night, for those of you who might be new. You've been warned.
I just cut my bangs and I think I bungled them a bit. Good news: they'll grow out fast. Bad news: they still have to be on the front of my face while I wait for that to happen. Sigh. Usually I do pretty decently at it but I wasn't in the proper frame of mind for it tonight, and they just NEEDED to be done. I always swore, thanks to unpleasant childhood experiences, that if I couldn't cut my daughter's bangs (assuming at the time that I ever had a daughter, which of course I do now) in a way that looked OK, I would take her to a professional, every month if need be. Fortunately, T did not have to take out a second job to cover our child's haircuts, but I do live in fear of someday inflicting One Of Those Bangs Jobs on poor little C.
Thank you to all who posted clapping rhymes in response to my last entry. C and I are having a great time, and I have the Joanna Cole book on hold at the library -- thank you, Courtney, for bringing that to my attention. Because we all know I need more books to read.
Speaking of books, I'm currently reading Bee Season, because someone told me it was about a girl who won spelling bees, and I wanted to look for any uncanny similarities between my experiences and hers. There are none. Except that [drumroll please, maestro] the little protagonist sees words in her head, just as I do! Sometimes in neon! I am not alone in this world!
I had a frantic kind of day today. I baked an apple pie AND a cake, I made thank you cards for our AWANA club leaders, I became increasingly frustrated with how easily the house gets messy and how hard it is to get it clean, I did not get a check in the mail from the person (I will restrict myself to neutral nouns to represent this individual, but I want to go on record saying how difficult that is for me to do) who misused my picture in his magazine. Along about 4:30 I began to realize that I was going to be in trouble about dinner because I had nothing thawed, and was probably going to have to fall back again on pancakes which UGH I AM SO TIRED OF, when my dad called and asked if we wanted a pizza. I think someone was praying for me. If I had unorthodox beliefs about angels, I would say that my dad is an angel in overalls and a cowboy hat, but since I know that that's not likely to be the case, I'll just say 'yay' for having parents whom I would choose as friends even if I weren't related to them. And also to God, who was so nice to whisper in my dad's ear about that pizza. But we were still half an hour late for AWANA, sigh. It's not our fault that they schedule a meeting at a location half an hour from our house that starts forty-five minutes after my husband gets home from work.
I am SO HUNGRY but since I accidentally caught a glimpse of myself in these accidentally-form-fitting pajamas on my way out of the bathroom after messing up my bangs, I am going to content myself with a glass of water. Or I'll at least try to convince myself to be content, and fail. I have had two friends in the past week mention that they were having problems because they don't weigh enough. At least I'm a big enough person (hardy har har) not to be jealous about this. Much. ;) If I ran the world there would be some way for me to give them a few of my pounds. I have plenty to share.
Comments
LOL! I baked a cake the other day for my first time in YEARS. I settled on a mix...keep it easy. Got home, realized I have NO cake pans. (Haven't for some time now, you'd think I would have taken that into consideration). Decided to bake it in my BROILER PAN and cut it in half for layers. I over-baked it, tried to frost it while it was still warm and needless to say it was a disaster. Fell apart, crumbled everywhere, made a HUGE mess. Next day I bought a brownie mix, turned out great. For the record, you are not that big. You are tall, large boned and healthy. You have great legs and a "Butt that won't quit!" I hope I haven't stepped over the boundaries here. I feel bad for skinny people that want to gain weight. I've known a few and it is like impossible for them. It is because (for most people that are skinny adults who can't gain weight) they had very little to eat as small children and that somehow made their bodies unable to fatten up in later years. An old friend of mine (a guy) explained it to me in detail and that just sucks. Not that you should fatten your kids up, but I think the first thing (as a parent) you should think about before making sure you have alcohol, cigarettes, a steak for your abusive husband - is ENOUGH FOOD FOR YOUR KIDS. Sorry, I'm done now.
Posted by: jenn at November 18, 2005 08:21 PM
Yay, someone else with the words-in-the-head thing! Oh, and I'm not sure if you noticed, but when I posted about it a week or two ago, one of my other commenters said she does it too. I think we should start a ... club. Or Web site. Or something.
Posted by: Kat with a K at November 18, 2005 09:22 PM
Just found your blog and am enjoying reading, but especially loving your photography. You are really good. I look forward to reading more.
Sincerely,
Sherri
aka karatemom
Posted by: Sherri at November 22, 2005 04:23 AM
