shits and giggles

Well, yes, I do need a haircut. Why do you ask???

It was driving me crazy this evening so I grabbed a pony holder and this was the result. Just for the record, I don't put stuff in my hair- clips, barrettes, ponys, whatever. No way, no how. Left over trauma from when I was a child and had long hair. My mother would put clips in and ponys... it would hurt and I would cry and scream. Tender headed, I don't even let my kids mess around with my hair.


What a time I had trying to get this shot... it took 18 tries.

Here's a few of my attempts for kicks. Go ahead, laugh, I did!

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Feeling the Love

For the kids, for the food... really.

They love bacon- me too.

The pannycakes? Those were for me. Can you see the steam?

After they had their fill of bacon, toast and o.j., I had to mix it up and have some sweet with the salt. Mmmmmmm, good!

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Leaving in an Excursion (in a few months anyway)

I decided to go- can't afford it, but I'm going to BlogHer.

I'll be the one in jeans and a t-shirt, amidst the fancily clad.

Oh, well.

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7 Lame Things

1. Cars that don't pull to the right when an emergency vehicle is bearing down on them lights and sirens, blaring.
2. Cars, that after pulling to the side of the road to let an emergency vehicle pass, take it as an opportunity to race ahead of you, almost causing an incident requiring the attendance of another emergency vehicle.
3. Parents having to deal with the death or loss (kidnapping, runaway...) of a child.
4. Rude people.
5. The little news blurb announcing the celebration of the anniversary of viagra- (sorry, just one of those what the hell...whoo hoo, they discovered a medicine that gives men an instant hard on, but they can't find money to fight aids, breast cancer, feed the homeless...)
6. Having to pay for 'feminine hygiene products', you know, tampons, pads. Why are they so freaking expensive, and every woman needs 'em. Why can't they be free?
7. Daylight Saving Time. It's ridiculous, do away with it already.

Those are my top seven, at the moment. Tomorrow may be a totally different story. You? Thanks Gwendomama, that was kinda fun.

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This Morning

This morning I sat in the parking lot, safely ensconced within the confines of my van, the girls were happily chattering, while I took care of some banking business. I watched the comings and goings of folks taking care of business, shopping, banking, and listen to my music, enjoying the sunshine and the relative peace of the morning all the rest of the troops were at school.

Some employees emerged from a local chain craft store and stood in front of the front doors for their morning cigarette break. I watched them laugh with one another, get ready for their day, the customers looking for dried flowers, cake tins, and scrapbooking supplies. One by one, they finished their cigarettes, finished their morning ritual, and returned to the inside of the store.

One by one, they flicked their cigarettes into the parking lot- three of the four still burning.

I wanted to beep my horn and gesture wildly, maybe yell. Instead, I sat, I watched, I let my blood pressure settle.

The girls and I unloaded and took care of the banking and took a little trip to the craft store.
I went in and asked to speak to the manager. He came to the front of the store- one of the smokers. I came this far...

I prefaced my comments by saying this was not something I make a habit of doing-- and while I was taking care of some banking this morning, I noticed he and three other employees, threw their cigarettes, three still burning, into the parking lot. He nodded and remarked that the lot is cleaned twice a day by a street cleaner- I tilted my head and responded with "yeah, still..."
He said "I guess, I know what you mean" And that was that.

Maybe tomorrow morning we should go stake it out- hmmm.

To say something or not? What would you do?

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