Someone's Gonna Get Hurt

Lots of screaming coming from the living room.  I have figured out that hubby and the girls are playing football. Caitlin appears to be a player and the color commentator... she is also taking the liberty of using phrases from many different sports.

Someone's going to get hurt! But nobody listens to me. The fun and screaming and laughter drown out my concerns. I thought having girls would have saved me from these living room dramas but really, it just makes it louder.

I'm happy that at least they are smart enough to use skein of yarn...

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Blush

I'm wearing a tube-top dress today... it's actually a swim cover, but it's black and maxi length and super comfortable... so I wear it a lot. Even in the middle of winter.

I'm wearing a large grey sweater too, so hypothetically one would not know I was wearing a tube-top. But hypothetically the tube top would stay. in. place.

Not today. I've looked down several times today to see my leopard and lace clad bosom gaping out from the sweater. Blush. Double blush. Permanent blush for the day. My cheeks so red they are surely feverish.

I wonder what people think I'm blushing about, since they hopefully have glanced a look at my ta-tas.

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Damn Dog

Charlie is the newest member to our family. He`s a 60 lb puppy... and not very smart. At 7 months he still cant figure out how to jump on the bed. He has figured out how to get out the back door... shear force, he just takes a long run and rams into it. We'll need to replace the door soon.

His pillow is in tatters.
His bones are gone within hours.
He can't be trusted with shoes.
He ate the television remotes.

And this morning I found he had destroyed my favorite pair of glasses.

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Remote Control

We have two televisions in our house... and recently no remote controls because Charlie ate them. To say that hubby was upset is a mild statement, Im just happy the tv was on the correct station to watch football or we would have all perished in the wrath of Miguel.

This was on my desk this morning. My hero, co-worker Michael, had three extra remotes!

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Poliosis

I missed my latest hair appointment and today is a deliciously bad hair day.  I didn't have time to wash it so I used my flat iron... which gave it a lovely frizz, just what I wanted.

If I didn't color my hair I would have a white stripe starting from my right temple, poliosis it's called. When I mentioned this to a co-worker he reminded me of a famous woman with poliosis... the Bride of Frankenstein. I think he might see other similarities too.

Wrinkles

Wow! I'm so excited to blog again.  Is it safe? Who knows? I'm sure someone will let me know if my ramblings start sounding paranoid and delusional... but for now my meds seem to be working.

Why am I blogging again? Because I missed it. I love that my life is a little bit different, a little bit awkward, and always a little bit crazy.

So, today... I went to the ladies room with some trepidation because of the rat size roach that was hanging out in there last week. After checking that I didn't have any visitors, this includes checking under the toilet and under the toilet seat, I was able to take care of business.

I was washing my hands when I glanced up at the mirror and noticed the wrinkles all over my forehead. When did those appear? Do I really look that old? My obsession had always been about my weight, not my age... but DAMN, I have a weathered forehead.

I sent a photo to Amy. I mean, shouldn't she have mentioned this to me?

She didn't cooperate with my obsession and left to my own devices I decided to run to CVS at lunch. Thirty minutes of reading labels, brands, and prices I settled on Neutrogena anti-wrinkle scrub, cleanser, daily moisturizer and nighttime moisturizer... I did not wait till I got home to use these products. Did I mention i was obsessing?

I took over the first floor ladies room, avoiding the third floor rat-roach, and started my new skin ritual. Not an easy start, paper towels should NOT be used on one's face.

As I was scrubing-cleansing-moisturizing in the poorly lit bathroom the quote "It rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again." repeated over and over in my head.

Name that movie!