from netis to pedis

I’m trying to come up with a short “what I’ve been up” paragraph but I can’t make it short.  It’s been rather busy around here….it’s that time of year again when I start thinking that I must haul out the many pair of shoes under my desk.  I remember mentioning that last year, well this year it’s grown and so has my reputation for having shoes under my desk.  I’m like a side-show or something but I’ll do whatever it takes to keep my feet happy.

Anyway, since I’m overwhelmed with where to start, I decided I would just go out in left field with this post, which I do most of the time anyway.

First of all I bought a Neti Pot.  Short and sweet my sinuses have never been my friend.  I heard about the thing and thought…yeah right.  I read that Sophie bought one and I watched the video with the robot woman using the thing. I instantly knew I had to have one for myself.  First of all, let me say the Neti makes me feel like I’m doing something short of being illegal, like some weird variety of crack pipe or something.   The video also doesn’t show the possibility of failed attempts. I started to wonder if it was my nose or the neti that was defective, but I realized it was my nose.

It became a family event with everyone gathered round to see the show as mr. stood there shaking his head thinking that the possibilities of me dragging really strange stuff into this house are never ending.  I am happy to report that the Neti is not only good at helping me feel successful at Stupid Human Tricks 101 it also has allowed me to breathe clearly.  ahhhhhhh!

I’m still amazed that I can make something go in one nostril and exit the other one.  Who knew!? Nostrils-they’re not just for Coca-Cola.  If you want to watch robot lady and her neti, here ‘ya go.  I keep thinking this is bound to inspire a Saturday Night Live skit.

 

I also must report that the Pedi Egg is pretty much awesome too.  The package says it’s so gentle that you can pedi a balloon.  It’s true, because I tried it with a leftover birthday balloon.  It didn’t pop.  My feet are super soft now.    But fair warning…..it’s gross when you empty the thing. It’s so easy to use that I’m wishing Pampered Chef would take note and market something similar to grate cheese. 

Anyway back to feet…After I pedi’d, I slathered my feet with Mary Kay Extra Emollient Night Cream and put on a pair of socks to sleep in.  If you’ve never used the night cream you have to try it.  I remember it from when I was a kid and I had to go to MK parties with my mom and her friends.  (I wanted to play in the makeup so badly, but I was too little.  So cruel!)  It’s from the original MK skin care line from many years ago. The cream is some greasy stuff but it’s awesome for areas prone to dryness. 

The pedi egg also fits into the category of crazy stuff I sometimes drag into the house.  But I’m sold on the pedi.  Well until something else better comes along.

It’s your turn now.  I’ve shared info on some new beauty related items.  Give me the goods on something new you’ve tried, or just an old favorite.  Self tanners, sunscreen, lipgloss, bath gel, lotion, whatever.  Because a girl always needs more stuff to drag into the house.

Who’s first?

pop! goes my heart

Don’t you hate it when you get too busy to post and then have post-worthy stuff but you realize if you use it all the post will be long & way too wordy?

To sum it up, the shopping trip was pretty ok, I saw an old flame, I had a momentary lapse in judgement, we had a pet-tastrophe, and I had some time alone with Hugh Grant. 

Here’s the high points.  And I’m bulleting again but in chunks this time.

• I have a new pair of pink Nike flip-flops.  They’re weird….kinda square.  Seriously the shoe is kinda square. 
• We also went to the Webkinz Extravaganza last weekend.  Somebody was as excited as I get when I’m in front of a Double Diamond Deluxe slot machine.  The stores were all giving away free Webkinz with a purchase even though I had told her they would NEVER give away free Webkinz. 
• One of our sweet little kitties broke his leg.  My bank account is a little bit sadder now too.  They had to shave his leg.  Every time I look at him I have a flashback to Dr. Evil’s cat.  He has moved up from being a porch cat and is now a house cat.  Due to my paranoia that he will hurt himself freaking out since he’s inside, he’s spending alot of time in a giganteriffic kennel community I’ve made him.  But I find that I’m constantly feeling the need to talk to him and rock him.  I feel like I have a baby again.
• I’ve been home alone this weekend.  I watched 27 Dresses and enjoyed it.  And because it had been awhile I watched Music & Lyrics again…..twice.  I know there was that scandalous skanky girl thing, but Hugh looks really good in that movie.   You know the scenes in the white shirt are my favorite.
• I’ve watched the last two weeks of Ugly Betty.  I’m ready for Betty to kick Henry to the curb.  I have little patience with “boyfriend gets another girl pregnant” even in a make-believe world.  Plus I think I like Gino.  The carriage ride, the fireworks, he was really sweet.  I also think he has some hotness going on.  Or maybe it’s his sweetness that makes the hotness go on?  Or maybe I’m just wishing I had a sandwhich.
• I’m now responding to your comments in your comment, because on some posts it looks like I’m my only commenter because my icon shows up a fragillion times.
• The old flame really is old after almost two decades.  He still looks good and had that old boyfriend smell about him.  He hugged me and I was thinking that he was probably remembering that my hug was thicker than it used to be, which is dorky.  I mentioned him before here….he’s the I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight kiss guy.  
• And the momentary lapse in judgement?  I got my hair cut…..and now have bangs.  ouch!  I already regret it.  I’m growing them out because they are not summer friendly. 
• And what were you thinking? 

 

 

a whole lotta nothing

• Here are a few lotta bullets for you.
• I’m going shopping tomorrow.
• I need blouses/tops/shirts.  What do you call them?
• I also need new nail polish….bright pink.
• Because at about the same time the ankle bracelet goes on, the toes have to be pretty.
• Can you suggest a color?
• The last color I bought was an OPI color….Tahiti girl.
• I think it was OPI.  Maybe?
• I also need some new flip flops.
• Because I fell in love with a pair of Rocket Dogs that I thought were some kind of awesome.
• But they should come with a warning that says ***MAY CAUSE YOU TO BUST YOUR A$$ ON A SLIPPERY FLOOR LIKE IN WALMART OR TARGET. APPLIES TO WET SURFACES AS WELL***
• Honestly, I am a pro flip-flopper and I have NEVER had a pair of flip-flops that were that slippery. 
• They make me feel like I’m skating.
• I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned it, but I can’t skate. at. all.
• I’ll just save them for the beach.
• And places that don’t have slippery tile floors.
• I really don’t need anything, I should probably say want.
• I Tivo’d Ugly Betty but haven’t watched it yet.
• I Tivo’d Princess from abc family and we watched it but I thought it was weird.
• I also have Juno, but haven’t watched it.
• We’re going to see Carrie Underwood.
• But I bet you know who I really wish I was going to see.
• Mr. bought a pair of Crocs.
• I am shocked at the Crocs.
• He is not a Croc sort of guy.
• I’ve warned him that they are NOT to be worn with socks.
• Because socks & crocs are not cool and could cause him to be mocked.
• He’ll wear them with socks anyway…I just know it.
• I’ve been noticing that alot of people have cool signatures at the end of each post.
• I found a site that says you can create cool signatures.
• You know….ones with curly swirly lettering.
• I disagree.
• It was like a signature pad at the grocery store checkout gone wrong.
• Or like the time I decided to write my name on my etch-a-sketch.
• My parents always said the junk inside of it would kill me.
• Or maybe they knew I secretly wanted to tear it up so that I could figure out how it worked.
• Because there was that See & Say incident after all.
• Anyway……the word at the top is suck.
• Not duck.
• That’s all.
• Well, except my way cool signature below.

 

 

 

 

 

quesadilla doesn’t rhyme with armadillo

panic-  The moment when you realize you’re locked out of the house, while wearing a pair of capri pajamas and a tank top.  And also without a bra.  Whilst the temperature is 40 degrees.

I know that doesn’t astound anyone.  Except for the fact that it’s 40 freaking degrees around here.  But did I care that we had a cool snap this week?  No.  I’m still wearing my sandals.  My mantra is:  Once the ankle bracelet is on…..it isn’t coming off. 

We’re also in celebration mode around here, which you know can possibly last up to a week.  A certain someone now owns Guitar Hero 2.  Yeah, you’re thinking that would be me, but it’s not.  It’s for my mini-me…..Kidlet.  (Can you belive that everyone has asked…..Who did you buy that for you or her?) 

She’s growing up.  And it’s happening fast.  When most of you first met me, she was still considered a little kid.  A little kid that smeared pink lipgloss all over her face and then paraded around town without me noticing it.  Now she’s a big kid.  One that tells me when I’ve smeared the pink lipgloss all over my face.  

She’s a kid that doesn’t need to be sheltered as much.  A kid that I can take to a PG13 movie.  I still don’t do R with her because of the whole sex issue.  Language doesn’t scare me as much since she is very likely to hear an occasional shit-damn-hell (and bitch/bastard only if I’m really pissed, never the ‘eff’ word because I don’t use that one, I’m probably too busy with the other ones) around here, mainly while driving. 

A kid that I can let play “Shout at the Devil” on the guitar and not be paranoid that she will tell her teacher the next day.  Because at her age kids are doing much worse, and strumming a little “devil” rock music is so petty.

So there you’ve had my mommy blogging for the year.  Which I’ve never really considered myself anyway since she’s always been a somewhat big kid since my blogging days.  You missed the diapers and nasty stuff, feedings, and first teeth.  If you have kids around you, you’re bound to have a cute story to tell now and then.

But if there would have been such a thing as a mommy blogger in our salad days…..I SO would have been there.  I just know it.

So now I just buy my kid presents that I want myself.  Shhhhh! Don’t tell.  ;)  Don’t worry, she also got other game paraphernalia that I have zero interest in, some clothes, and other stuff.

End mommy blogging.

I was afraid I had a major dental emergency.  I convinced myself that my wisdom teeth were coming in.  Then I remembered the culprit could just be a nacho chip gone awry.  I hate it when that happens.  But then I probably looked liked some crazed lunatic in a chips and salsa eating contest since I hadn’t had chips and salsa in months due to the whole sick thing.

I’m happy to report that I pulled it off with no ill effects.  It was great, except for the person at our table that ordered the quesadillas (kayso-dilluhs).  Shriek! 

new shoes on Monday

I was a Duranie.  If you don’t know the word you probably have 1.) never been one or 2.) never had a friend that was one.  A Duranie was a person who liked Duran Duran.  My Tiger Beat loving self loved Duran Duran.  John Taylor was my guy because my Duranified friend had dibs on Nick Rhodes.  We just agreed to share Simon LeBon.

But then Simon married a model named Yasmin.  AND a group named Bon Jovi came along and it became Duran….who?  (Coincidentally I’m not in a very Jovial mood due to the fact that the nearest Bon Jovi concert during this leg of the tour is about to happen without me. umph!)

All this is leading to one of my favorite Duran Duran songs named New Moon on Monday.  It talked of firedances through the night, and staying the whole day with a lonely satellite.  Yeah, their lyrics were out there but they had a good beat and were easy to dance to.

Because I can, I’ve adjusted the lyrics to better suit moi and periodically, when I remember, plan to post about new shoes on Monday. 

This week I bring you the yo-yo revisited, 2008 version.  The top pair is something I think I would like.  The bottom pair is something I would like also, but would most likely cause injury if I ever attempted to wear them somewhere that I couldn’t push a cart around to keep me balanced.

Did anyone else wear yo-yos in the 80s?  I had a couple pair of yo-yos that I adored.  At the time they were the highest heeled shoe I had ever worn.  I strutted around like I was the cat’s meow in my prairie skirt and yo-yo sandals.

I also had another pair that had the signature hole in them but wasn’t a real yo-yo with the word yo-yo written on the bottom.  The knock-off shoe had a foam sole similar to a flip-flop that was…get this… rainbow striped.  ahhhh!

Yo-yos collected dust in the hole.  I remember taking along tissue so that I could clean them during church.  It wasn’t cool at all to have a dusty pair of yo-yos.

The yo-yo that I coveted but never owned was one that had this plexi-glass type covering over the hole.  You could see through the hole still but it didn’t get dusty.  My mom said the heels were too high.  Yeah, right.  I realize now that they probably looked like hooker shoes and ‘the heels are too high’ was just a convenient excuse for her.

*****

Hey I added a picture of the real deal from the 80s that I found.  Smurfette wears yoyos.  This is not me wearing them.  I repeat this is not me.