I've been thinking deep thoughts lately, which means ya'll are in trouble! ;)
Seriously, though, I've been back and forth all week about whether to write this blog post. It's about alcohol. I have friends and family members that run the gamut on this issue, but I thought I'd put out there where I stand on it because I have found myself rethinking it this week.
I'm not a big drinker. I joke about it sometimes, especially if it's a rough day, but I will drown my sorrows in a cup of decaf with a decadent creamer faster than I will in a Budweiser. I see no point in it. Not that I don't drink. If I'm out with friends, I don't mind having a beer or a margarita or two. If I'm doing karaoke, I usually have a beer. But I don't need it to sing. I have and will get up and sing on nothing stronger than iced tea (and that would be Lipton, not Long Island). I don't keep the stuff in the house, and I have never stopped for any on the way home.
Shots have been done, but I can count on one hand the number I've of those I've had in the last year. The truth is, I don't really like to be drunk. I don't mind getting a little fuzzy around the edges, loosening up and having a good time, but I don't like to feel out of control. I know where my limit is and when I hit it, I feel no shame in switching to water. I'm terrified of waking up in the morning and having someone tell me what I did last night. Where's the fun in that?
I grew up believing that alcohol is evil. Now I believe that alcohol, in and of itself, is not sin. It is just a thing. Like money. Money, by itself, is just a isn't a sin, either. The love of money is a sin. It's when it becomes so important to you that is controls your life. I think the real sin in alcohol is letting it control you. It is in drinking to excess, to the point where you don't care where you are or what you are doing. We all know what drunks look like. They aren't even in control of themselves enough to walk or talk straight. It's even worse if you become dependent on it enough that it takes over your life, kills your relationships and saps your pocketbook. I'm too afraid of it to allow that to happen.
I don't want to recount here what happened to make me rethink my position. I'm careful in choosing which stories to tell in my blog because I don't want to inadvertantly hurt anybody. But I will say I found myself in a situation I didn't want to be in, didn't go willingly, and made me feel like I was 19 again...but not in a good way. And I wondered if I found myself there because I was willing to have one beer.
What do people think of me if they see me drinking? Do they see the fact that I'm having a beer, or do they form a bunch of other perceptions about me? Do they think I do other things, too?
Now, the older I get, the less I give a rat's behind what most people think about me. But at some point, I do have to think about the influence I have on those who are paying attention. I do try to do the right things the best way I know how, because that's who I want to be. And I am a Christian, which requires me to think about the image I'm projecting.
So I wonder. Does doing the right thing mean I should stop having a beer when I'm out with friends, because it might make me seem like I'm okay with drinking to excess...or worse? Should I only choose to have a beer in certain company, who share my philosophy? Does having a beer at all reflect poorly on me as a Christian? Should I just stick to tea from now on regardless?
I haven't really resolved this yet. I have no forseeable occasion for imbibing, but in true me fashion, I would like to figure out what the "right" thing to do before I get there. Until then, I'm probably sticking to tea.
What are your thoughts?
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Talk about random!
I do calendars and listings. That comprises at least half of my work week, if not more. You wouldn't think a newspaper would have that many. They're hidden, but they're everywhere! I do at least six calendars (that's a quick, off the top of my head count. I have a list at the office), and a few listings. And I don't even have do all the calendars! I say that to say, it's hard to keep the mind from wandering, but apparently I need to work a little harder at it. I made the statement the other day that at any given moment, there are 50 things running through my head. So today, because I'm goofy like that, I decided to write down a few of them. Welcome to the mind of Lisa:
"Put Christopher's baseball schedule in my calendar. Wait....do it after work."
"Oh, phoo. (Yes, I say "phoo.") He's got a game on March 18th. So when are we going to go to Florida?"
"Hey, I could write my thoughts down and put them in my blog!"
"I really should go to the Morris Museum of Art on Sundays. Too bad I never think about it on Sundays."
"I do like big band music. It's kind of romantic. Reminds me of being at Nanny's house. I think I'll listen to that today instead of jazz."
"I gotta remember to download a sample of The Secret Life of Bees. I think I wanted to read it."
"How did it get to be almost 2 already? I've still got so much to do!"
"It's really only 1:40. Am I the only person in the world who operates two hours ahead? In an hour, I'm going to be thinking about dinner and what my evening is going to look like. I think I'm a day-half-over kind of person. Would that make me an optimist or a pessimist?"
"Restaurants keep some funky hours. Maybe it makes sense in the restaurant world, but it sure makes it confusing for people like me who need to list their hours."
"Ooh. A present! Or rather, a package. More books? Makeup bags. Cool!"
3:50 p.m.: "I should have been putting times to these thoughts. Whoops."
4:15 p.m.: Catie: "Hi, Mom. I'm home." Me: "Great! Now don't forget to clean your room. And go ahead and run a load of darks. I'm out of socks. Well, you can get them started before Mema gets there. Oh, and supper's in the crock pot. Barbecue pork chops. Heat up some corn and I think there's some green beans in the cabinet. Heat those up and go ahead and eat when ya'll get back from Christopher's game. I'll be late. Don't wait for me."
4:30 p.m.: "What else do I have to finish today? Call 4,000 restaurants, pull Dear Amy and Bridge from the wire, do another calendar. Tomorrow. Today I'll finish this calendar because I have to do another one just like it tomorrow. And then Dear Amy. I like Dear Amy."
5:06 p.m.: "When can we go to Florida?"
6:30 p.m.: DONE! For today. Hope I can finish the rest tomorrow. I'll try really, really hard to come in early..er...than 10:30. I promise!
"Put Christopher's baseball schedule in my calendar. Wait....do it after work."
"Oh, phoo. (Yes, I say "phoo.") He's got a game on March 18th. So when are we going to go to Florida?"
"Hey, I could write my thoughts down and put them in my blog!"
"I really should go to the Morris Museum of Art on Sundays. Too bad I never think about it on Sundays."
"I do like big band music. It's kind of romantic. Reminds me of being at Nanny's house. I think I'll listen to that today instead of jazz."
"I gotta remember to download a sample of The Secret Life of Bees. I think I wanted to read it."
"How did it get to be almost 2 already? I've still got so much to do!"
"It's really only 1:40. Am I the only person in the world who operates two hours ahead? In an hour, I'm going to be thinking about dinner and what my evening is going to look like. I think I'm a day-half-over kind of person. Would that make me an optimist or a pessimist?"
"Restaurants keep some funky hours. Maybe it makes sense in the restaurant world, but it sure makes it confusing for people like me who need to list their hours."
"Ooh. A present! Or rather, a package. More books? Makeup bags. Cool!"
3:50 p.m.: "I should have been putting times to these thoughts. Whoops."
4:15 p.m.: Catie: "Hi, Mom. I'm home." Me: "Great! Now don't forget to clean your room. And go ahead and run a load of darks. I'm out of socks. Well, you can get them started before Mema gets there. Oh, and supper's in the crock pot. Barbecue pork chops. Heat up some corn and I think there's some green beans in the cabinet. Heat those up and go ahead and eat when ya'll get back from Christopher's game. I'll be late. Don't wait for me."
4:30 p.m.: "What else do I have to finish today? Call 4,000 restaurants, pull Dear Amy and Bridge from the wire, do another calendar. Tomorrow. Today I'll finish this calendar because I have to do another one just like it tomorrow. And then Dear Amy. I like Dear Amy."
5:06 p.m.: "When can we go to Florida?"
6:30 p.m.: DONE! For today. Hope I can finish the rest tomorrow. I'll try really, really hard to come in early..er...than 10:30. I promise!
The V-word
I'm in the final days before vacation, so my brain is pretty much Cheez Whiz. Time to write has been non-existent this week and I can't promise anything that comes out now will be either entertaining or insightful. But I've missed writing, so here you go. ;)
A couple of things that are running through my mind right now:
1) We have got to get to bed earlier, because mornings are brutal. I always say this. Nobody listens. Why is it so hard to go to bed at night? Part of it is the kids drag their feet forever about getting into the showers, like somehow they're going to melt down the drain. What is this aversion to soap and water? I love feeling clean, but they will put off showering for days if I let them! (You can breathe. I promise I won't let that happen.) The other part is that Mama got a new toy that involves her first love...reading. Which means everything in the real world gets blocked out while Mama's engrossed in a make-believe one. Which means kids take hour-long showers but only stand under the water for the last 5 minutes. (Okay...maybe I'm not completely engrossed. Darn it! What are they doing in there??)
2) Did I mention vacation is in two days? Ah...palm trees, ukuleles and coconut oil. NOT! I'm dreaming of a land in which the laundry will be caught up (yes! Thank you! Because I am out of black socks again. Didn't I just have Christopher put up the clothes two days ago? How does this happen???) Of Kindles, coffee, back porches and morning sun. Of lunches with friends and seeing family. Of finally shopping for some much needed new clothes. Of sitting around the house all day in my pajamas without showering if that's what I want to do. (I didn't say you had to visit!) Of doing none of those things if that's the fancy that strikes me.
*Yawn* and now that I've made myself sufficiently late, I'd best get on with the business of preparing to take a vacation. (Which by itself is enough to necessitate a vacation.)
A couple of things that are running through my mind right now:
1) We have got to get to bed earlier, because mornings are brutal. I always say this. Nobody listens. Why is it so hard to go to bed at night? Part of it is the kids drag their feet forever about getting into the showers, like somehow they're going to melt down the drain. What is this aversion to soap and water? I love feeling clean, but they will put off showering for days if I let them! (You can breathe. I promise I won't let that happen.) The other part is that Mama got a new toy that involves her first love...reading. Which means everything in the real world gets blocked out while Mama's engrossed in a make-believe one. Which means kids take hour-long showers but only stand under the water for the last 5 minutes. (Okay...maybe I'm not completely engrossed. Darn it! What are they doing in there??)
2) Did I mention vacation is in two days? Ah...palm trees, ukuleles and coconut oil. NOT! I'm dreaming of a land in which the laundry will be caught up (yes! Thank you! Because I am out of black socks again. Didn't I just have Christopher put up the clothes two days ago? How does this happen???) Of Kindles, coffee, back porches and morning sun. Of lunches with friends and seeing family. Of finally shopping for some much needed new clothes. Of sitting around the house all day in my pajamas without showering if that's what I want to do. (I didn't say you had to visit!) Of doing none of those things if that's the fancy that strikes me.
*Yawn* and now that I've made myself sufficiently late, I'd best get on with the business of preparing to take a vacation. (Which by itself is enough to necessitate a vacation.)
Monday, February 21, 2011
Plate spinning
You never realize how many little pieces make up a life until it's shattered. I tend to think of it like a glass plate that falls on concrete. It shatters into pieces and splinters.
That's what divorce is like. It shatters the plate of your life into tons of pieces. Each piece has to be picked up, carefully examined, and glued back into place. But it will never really be the same.
Even though my marriage was never good and I was miserable and dreamed of a life on my own, divorce still forced me to redefine every aspect of myself and my life. In a way, each aspect is like its own glass plate, spinning on top of its own wooden rod. You've seen them, like at the circus. Taking care of the kids, their health, their school, their social lives, their character. That's a plate. Then there's the finances. That's a plate. Keeping the house clean, running efficiently and in good repair. Doing a good job at work. Keeping up with the car. The jewelry business. Relationships (i.e. being a good daughter, sister, friend). Romantic relationships. Taking care of myself. All are plates spinning in the air. And it's up to me to make sure none of them fall and break.
Sometimes that feels easy. Things are flowing along smoothly. The kids are minding, the laundry's caught up, I've spoken to a few friends and my mom. I've got life by the tail. All of the plates are up and spinning.
Sometimes, it's not so smooth, and I run back and forth between the rods, spinning the plates, making sure none of them fall. Paying the bills leaves me barely enough to buy enough gas or milk or bread to get through the week, which causes me to lose sleep. And the Finances and Taking Care of Myself plates wobble. One of the kids fails a subject at school, or is being incredibly defiant, and the Taking Care of the Kids plate wobbles. I realize that I told a girlfriend I'd call her a week ago and haven't done it yet, or I realize it's been too long since I've visited my grandmother, and the Relationships plate wobbles. And at work, maybe my mind is on the things that I have to remember to pick up on my way home, something slips or gets overlooked and the work plate wobbles. A bounced check, perhaps, and the finances plate almost hits the ground.
A couple of years ago, I thought of this single life as a juggling act. It felt like every week or two I was dropping one ball or another. But the act of keeping things going feels much more like the plate guy, running back and forth between them, making sure they all stay balanced and spinning. What I've learned is that basically, you just have to choose which plates you're willing to let fall. But even at that, you can only let so many drop. Too many just can't.
This is why I believe God arranged it for two people to raise children. It's really too much for one person. I could be so much more effective at work, for instance, if I had a spouse to shoulder some of the burden at home. Matter of fact, I know that is true. There is no way I could have done as well in school as I did if it weren't for my ex-husband. He may not have been the greatest husband, but he supported my going to college. I could not have gone to school during the day, worked at night at the newspaper and rose to the senior position at the school newspaper if he wasn't at home cooking dinner, making sure the kids did their homework, and getting them off to school on time in the morning.
The thing is, while I don't really feel I should get any special consideration because I am a single parent, I do wish people to understood that, well...I can't be perfect. That at any given time, I have about 50 things on my mind. I'd like to help that, but I can't. (I wish you could see the number of lists I have going to try to manage all those thoughts. I have singlehandedly destroyed a small forest. But I'm still thinking, dang, I'm almost out of Downey.) I feel I'm never able to do anything 100 percent well, even though I really want to. My motto has become "Do what you can, and forgive yourself for the rest." Because my house will have dust bunnies. Because my bank account will run short. Because the laundry will pile up. Because I will go too long without calling a friend. Because I will overlook something at work. Because I will forget to pick up the kids' prescriptions. Because I am only one person, who is trying to do her best. And that will just have to be good enough.
That's what divorce is like. It shatters the plate of your life into tons of pieces. Each piece has to be picked up, carefully examined, and glued back into place. But it will never really be the same.
Even though my marriage was never good and I was miserable and dreamed of a life on my own, divorce still forced me to redefine every aspect of myself and my life. In a way, each aspect is like its own glass plate, spinning on top of its own wooden rod. You've seen them, like at the circus. Taking care of the kids, their health, their school, their social lives, their character. That's a plate. Then there's the finances. That's a plate. Keeping the house clean, running efficiently and in good repair. Doing a good job at work. Keeping up with the car. The jewelry business. Relationships (i.e. being a good daughter, sister, friend). Romantic relationships. Taking care of myself. All are plates spinning in the air. And it's up to me to make sure none of them fall and break.
Sometimes that feels easy. Things are flowing along smoothly. The kids are minding, the laundry's caught up, I've spoken to a few friends and my mom. I've got life by the tail. All of the plates are up and spinning.
Sometimes, it's not so smooth, and I run back and forth between the rods, spinning the plates, making sure none of them fall. Paying the bills leaves me barely enough to buy enough gas or milk or bread to get through the week, which causes me to lose sleep. And the Finances and Taking Care of Myself plates wobble. One of the kids fails a subject at school, or is being incredibly defiant, and the Taking Care of the Kids plate wobbles. I realize that I told a girlfriend I'd call her a week ago and haven't done it yet, or I realize it's been too long since I've visited my grandmother, and the Relationships plate wobbles. And at work, maybe my mind is on the things that I have to remember to pick up on my way home, something slips or gets overlooked and the work plate wobbles. A bounced check, perhaps, and the finances plate almost hits the ground.
A couple of years ago, I thought of this single life as a juggling act. It felt like every week or two I was dropping one ball or another. But the act of keeping things going feels much more like the plate guy, running back and forth between them, making sure they all stay balanced and spinning. What I've learned is that basically, you just have to choose which plates you're willing to let fall. But even at that, you can only let so many drop. Too many just can't.
This is why I believe God arranged it for two people to raise children. It's really too much for one person. I could be so much more effective at work, for instance, if I had a spouse to shoulder some of the burden at home. Matter of fact, I know that is true. There is no way I could have done as well in school as I did if it weren't for my ex-husband. He may not have been the greatest husband, but he supported my going to college. I could not have gone to school during the day, worked at night at the newspaper and rose to the senior position at the school newspaper if he wasn't at home cooking dinner, making sure the kids did their homework, and getting them off to school on time in the morning.
The thing is, while I don't really feel I should get any special consideration because I am a single parent, I do wish people to understood that, well...I can't be perfect. That at any given time, I have about 50 things on my mind. I'd like to help that, but I can't. (I wish you could see the number of lists I have going to try to manage all those thoughts. I have singlehandedly destroyed a small forest. But I'm still thinking, dang, I'm almost out of Downey.) I feel I'm never able to do anything 100 percent well, even though I really want to. My motto has become "Do what you can, and forgive yourself for the rest." Because my house will have dust bunnies. Because my bank account will run short. Because the laundry will pile up. Because I will go too long without calling a friend. Because I will overlook something at work. Because I will forget to pick up the kids' prescriptions. Because I am only one person, who is trying to do her best. And that will just have to be good enough.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
So little to do...I wish!
I've been running around like a chicken with my head cut off all weekend, and just got home from dropping Christopher off at church. I finally get a quiet couple of hours. I want to use them to read, but instead I'm going to blog for a minute, balance the checkbook, pay some bills, figure out and cook dinner, and straighten up the living room. Hopefully after that I'll get a minute to read. And I just remembered I'm out of decaf and I have to get the kids' medicines refilled. Drat!
I had a long post prepared and then realized there are some things I'm really not ready to share on such a public forum. Maybe when I know you better! ;)
So now I'm going to have to make this quick, because I've now been sitting here for over an hour writing a post that was supposed to take 20 minutes! I've still got a million and a half things to do and a finite number of quiet minutes left. So here are a few brief notes from the weekend:
Christopher made the baseball team! YAY! Figuring out how to buy cups wasn't too hard. After all, I'm a mom and there is very little anymore that intimidates me! The baseball socks, though, had me texting my brother in a frenzy. How many do we need? He wears them to practice, too? Note to self: teach kids how to do laundry. Oh, wait...I did. Scratch that: figure out how to more effectively make that happen.
Spent QT with Catie at the mall Friday night. I was told yet again that I don't know what's fashionable, and why won't I let her buy a silly hat with ears? I mean, it's cool!
I held two jewelry shows in two days. They were both for friends, so that equates to quality girl time. :) For Catie too, apparently. My gorgeous assistant kept disappearing to play with her friends!
And because that wasn't enough girl time, I had dinner at another girlfriend's house last night. That ended up being a little wilder than anticipated. But we did get a bridal shower menu planned (I think. :) )
Dropped Christopher off at church, where he tells me to"Enjoy doing nothing," like that would be the least enjoyable thing in the world. He has no idea! I will gladly enjoy it...if that moment ever happens!!
And so on that note, I must listen to my rumbling tummy and figure out what we're going to eat. And straighten the house, call in the prescriptions, balance the checkbook and whatever else I had said I needed to do. I'm sure it'll come to me -- with friends --, just as soon as I sit down with my book!
I had a long post prepared and then realized there are some things I'm really not ready to share on such a public forum. Maybe when I know you better! ;)
So now I'm going to have to make this quick, because I've now been sitting here for over an hour writing a post that was supposed to take 20 minutes! I've still got a million and a half things to do and a finite number of quiet minutes left. So here are a few brief notes from the weekend:
Christopher made the baseball team! YAY! Figuring out how to buy cups wasn't too hard. After all, I'm a mom and there is very little anymore that intimidates me! The baseball socks, though, had me texting my brother in a frenzy. How many do we need? He wears them to practice, too? Note to self: teach kids how to do laundry. Oh, wait...I did. Scratch that: figure out how to more effectively make that happen.
Spent QT with Catie at the mall Friday night. I was told yet again that I don't know what's fashionable, and why won't I let her buy a silly hat with ears? I mean, it's cool!
I held two jewelry shows in two days. They were both for friends, so that equates to quality girl time. :) For Catie too, apparently. My gorgeous assistant kept disappearing to play with her friends!
And because that wasn't enough girl time, I had dinner at another girlfriend's house last night. That ended up being a little wilder than anticipated. But we did get a bridal shower menu planned (I think. :) )
Dropped Christopher off at church, where he tells me to"Enjoy doing nothing," like that would be the least enjoyable thing in the world. He has no idea! I will gladly enjoy it...if that moment ever happens!!
And so on that note, I must listen to my rumbling tummy and figure out what we're going to eat. And straighten the house, call in the prescriptions, balance the checkbook and whatever else I had said I needed to do. I'm sure it'll come to me -- with friends --, just as soon as I sit down with my book!
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Land o' plenty
Wanna know a secret about me?
I love food. I don't mean I love to eat it. I love to collect it. I love to open my cabinets and have a bag of rice fall out. I love having choices. I think for me it represents security. There's comfort in knowing that if I didn't set foot inside of a grocery store for two weeks, we can still eat well. Not that that would ever happen.
I just got back from picking up Angel Food. Single parents, listen up! This is an awesome program if you need a little help. (Check it out at http://www.angelfoodministries.org/.) I'll tell you up front that if you're trying to eat healthy, this probably isn't going to be for you. Some of the stuff is processed to the hilt. But if you're trying to fill bellies inexpensively, you can't beat it. I paid $82 and ordered two of the large boxes. I've now got frozen soups, frozen beefaroni, boneless skinless chicken breasts, more chicken with the bone in, chicken nuggets, pork chops, ground beef, sausage, hamburger steaks, salisbury steaks, muffins, milk, eggs, frozen veggies and oatmeal, to name some of it. Times 2. It's enough to feed my little family for the most of month.
How's this for a perk? Right now I have probably 8 lbs of Chick-fil-A waffle fries (well, no, it doesn't say Chick-fil-A, but do you know anybody else who sells round waffle fries? In 5-lb brown, industrial bags?). And we have gotten the Burger King crown-shaped chicken nuggets in the past. A 10-lb box that I bought seperately, I believe. I thought I was just buying regular old chicken nuggets.
We never finished all of last month's boxes, so my kitchen freezer overfloweth, and my upright's getting that way fast. I love it! Another time saver? I don't have to plan a menu and then shop accordingly. Instead, I take what comes in the boxes, plan meals off of that, and fill in the gaps. (Which I can usually do for about a $100 a month). Most of the time, that means "I want chili, meatloaf and my own spaghetti and meatballs, and you didn't give me the ingredients for that!" Considering the program boasts that their signature box (which is a little smaller than the one I buy) feeds a family of four for a week, there's not a whole lot of gap-filling to be done. You can even order online, so I do it at the same time I'm paying my bills every month. Then I pick it up from my host church one Saturday morning a month. It saves me a lot of time as well as money.
Now, after putting away all of those groceries, I'm thinking one of my upcoming vacation days will need to be spent rearranging my kitchen cabinets. Maybe then the rice won't fall out!
I love food. I don't mean I love to eat it. I love to collect it. I love to open my cabinets and have a bag of rice fall out. I love having choices. I think for me it represents security. There's comfort in knowing that if I didn't set foot inside of a grocery store for two weeks, we can still eat well. Not that that would ever happen.
I just got back from picking up Angel Food. Single parents, listen up! This is an awesome program if you need a little help. (Check it out at http://www.angelfoodministries.org/.) I'll tell you up front that if you're trying to eat healthy, this probably isn't going to be for you. Some of the stuff is processed to the hilt. But if you're trying to fill bellies inexpensively, you can't beat it. I paid $82 and ordered two of the large boxes. I've now got frozen soups, frozen beefaroni, boneless skinless chicken breasts, more chicken with the bone in, chicken nuggets, pork chops, ground beef, sausage, hamburger steaks, salisbury steaks, muffins, milk, eggs, frozen veggies and oatmeal, to name some of it. Times 2. It's enough to feed my little family for the most of month.
How's this for a perk? Right now I have probably 8 lbs of Chick-fil-A waffle fries (well, no, it doesn't say Chick-fil-A, but do you know anybody else who sells round waffle fries? In 5-lb brown, industrial bags?). And we have gotten the Burger King crown-shaped chicken nuggets in the past. A 10-lb box that I bought seperately, I believe. I thought I was just buying regular old chicken nuggets.
We never finished all of last month's boxes, so my kitchen freezer overfloweth, and my upright's getting that way fast. I love it! Another time saver? I don't have to plan a menu and then shop accordingly. Instead, I take what comes in the boxes, plan meals off of that, and fill in the gaps. (Which I can usually do for about a $100 a month). Most of the time, that means "I want chili, meatloaf and my own spaghetti and meatballs, and you didn't give me the ingredients for that!" Considering the program boasts that their signature box (which is a little smaller than the one I buy) feeds a family of four for a week, there's not a whole lot of gap-filling to be done. You can even order online, so I do it at the same time I'm paying my bills every month. Then I pick it up from my host church one Saturday morning a month. It saves me a lot of time as well as money.
Now, after putting away all of those groceries, I'm thinking one of my upcoming vacation days will need to be spent rearranging my kitchen cabinets. Maybe then the rice won't fall out!
Friday, February 18, 2011
I didn't exactly mean to take a few days off from blogging, but my house was feeling neglected, and I was feeling guilty about it. Not that I've done much. It really doesn't look any better. (Shhh...I shouldn't make statements like that. It will hear me and cause the laundry to multiply twice as fast as it already does.)
So I finally got my hair cut. I feel like a new woman. And I splurged on the good shampoo and conditioner. It was on sale! A liter shampoo and a liter conditioner along with the reconstructer for $40. The shampoo alone is $35. Not only am I trying to justify spending that much on hair products, but I'm actually considering buying a second one and hoping it'll last a year! Maybe if I use only a tiny amounts, it will last forever!
I also splurged on new pillows. I had three, one that I swear I have been sleeping on since I was 16. I could be wrong, but I honestly don't remember the last time I bought pillows. Have I ever, or were they all handed down? These I had to test out...for 10 minutes...before I had to force myself to get back up. Now I can't wait to go to bed. It's one of those silly little things that you never think about until you're laying on them, and wondering why you can't get comfortable. The stupidest part is...they really don't cost that much! *sigh* I'm going to sleep good tonight.
So I finally got my hair cut. I feel like a new woman. And I splurged on the good shampoo and conditioner. It was on sale! A liter shampoo and a liter conditioner along with the reconstructer for $40. The shampoo alone is $35. Not only am I trying to justify spending that much on hair products, but I'm actually considering buying a second one and hoping it'll last a year! Maybe if I use only a tiny amounts, it will last forever!
I also splurged on new pillows. I had three, one that I swear I have been sleeping on since I was 16. I could be wrong, but I honestly don't remember the last time I bought pillows. Have I ever, or were they all handed down? These I had to test out...for 10 minutes...before I had to force myself to get back up. Now I can't wait to go to bed. It's one of those silly little things that you never think about until you're laying on them, and wondering why you can't get comfortable. The stupidest part is...they really don't cost that much! *sigh* I'm going to sleep good tonight.
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