What the what?

I'll be 38 this year.  I've had long hair for, oh, 35 years.  I've worn bobby pins off and on for probably 34 years.  And today, TODAY, I discovered that I've been wearing them incorrectly this whole time. 

Did you know you're supposed to wear them with the flat side UP? 

Please tell me I'm not the only one who didn't know that.  Have people been smirking at the back of my hair for 34 years?  How embarrassing.

Flat side UP, bumpy side DOWN. 

This is the beginning of a new chapter in my life.

Take a seat & make a friend

So sweet.  I hope I come upon a ballpit in the middle of a sidewalk some day.  I'd totally get in.

BS

Oooh, snarky.  My mood today has been super snarky.  No apparent reason.  Maybe 'cause I woke up with a little throat/chest thing?  That always puts me into semi-panic mode because as all moms know, getting sick is a nightmare.  I don't know.  Anyway, snarky.

When I feel snarky I feel like I am a bit more preceptive than normal.  This makes me want to call bullshit on a few things and I figured instead of talking Chris's ear off on the phone while he's at the firehouse, I'd do it here.  Plus, you can't just pretend to listen to me here like he would do there.

Bullshit:

• People whose facebook statuses are rainbows and unicorns and cotton candy every single day.  I have a damn good life and shit still goes down.  C'mon, keep it real.
• The salad I love at Chipotle is $9.  Really?  Lettuce, black beans, corn, pico, and avocado?  Really?  But, it's good, it's clean, and my kitchen stays untouched so it's worth it.  Damn them.
• Luggage fees.  Drew, Chris, and I are traveling to Boston this summer and we're bound to have to pay for at least one bag.  For weight?  If an airplane can carry the space shuttle, it can carry my blow dryer and flat iron. 
• Extra leg room on a flight.  I'm just shy of 6 feet.  Chris is 6'5".  We either have to fold in half for 6 hours or pay $45 more for room for our legs.  We help YOU in the grocery store reaching things on the shelves everyday, just give us the seats with more leg room without such a fee.
• When the kids wake up at 6:30am on Saturday and Sunday and then on Monday morning I have to wake the beasts at 7:10am while I hustle and scream at them to get out the door by 7:45am. 
• The biggest washing machine on the market still doesn't fit my machine washable Cal King comforter which I then have to pay $60 to have dry cleaned.

Oh, I could go on and on but I won't.  Tomorrow I'll wake with much less snark, read this post, and see how perceptive I can be.  And by perceptive, I mean bitchy.

 

Damnit. Fantastic.

I know that some of the country seems to be buried in snow right now but here in the Central Valley, we're experiencing this faux Spring that happens every year about this time.  Every year it confuses the birds and the trees and the flowers.  And every year it makes me take a step back and examine exactly how much I yell at my kids and for my kids.   Why now, during the faux Spring, you may ask?

Because.

This means it's open-your-windows-and-let-the-nice-breeze-come-in weather.  It's also the now-the-neighbors-can-hear-what-a-crazy-bitchy-yelling-mom-you-are weather.

Damnit.  Fantastic. 

I hate faux Spring.

Grenade, a cappella

This makes me want to become a music teacher.  After you watch this, block off an hour or two of your schedule and YouTube all the other PS22 Chorus clips.  You'll be amazed and inspired.  And you'll likely want to become a music teacher, too.

Still here! With a change of heart and a couple shares...

Oh, how quickly things change.  My last post was a little less than a month ago and I was feeling like I was breaking up with The Old House and was having tremendous guilt about moving.  We're now in The New House, we're pretty much settled, and I'm all like, "Old House Who?"  I drive over to The Old House to get the mail every other day or so and as I drive away I'm kind of like, "PEACE OUT!"  It's weird and unsettling that I could have a change of heart so quickly.  I'm taking that as a sign that it just means this move was absolutely the right thing for us.

My new kitchen probably has NOTHING to do with my change of heart.

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You know my dysfunctional relationship with laundry.  I know many of you have the same relationship with your own.  I tried to create a new system in The New House (new house! new beginnings! new routines!) and that lasted about a week.  I have found these, which I love, and although it doesn't fold and put the clothes away for me, it sure makes the mounds and piles of clean laundry that lay around for days smell just a little bit better.

I'm not a big fan of the purple one, but I love the other two.

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Drew and I have hair like a llama.  It's thick and tangles and may look pretty on the surface in the morning but it takes a great deal of shoulder strength to get through the underneath.  I have forever cared for my hair so that this doesn't happen but Drew is in her hair care infancy.  I'm trying my best to teach her how to care for the curse of thick hair.  Fighting over brushing it in the morning is a horrible way to start the day, lemme tell you.  This product is MAGIC.  It has restored our mornings and my relationship with Drew and I am not kidding.  If you or your daughter has thick hair, buy it.  You can thank me here.

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