On the Fence

OK, maybe I spoke too early. Last week I said I was going to stop blogging, and then I got a dozen or so really WONDERFUL notes from people I don't even know asking me to please keep writing.

Y'all know how to pull on a girl's heartstrings, let me tell you.

I'm still debating whether I want to remain in the bloggity world, and if I do I'm debating what content I'm willing to write about. I kind of feel like I haven't been myself on these pages of late, and I'm not so sure how much I want to expose of my life.

Because, good grief, look what's happening to Kate Gosselin.

Why would I invite the world into my life if it means everyone sees how screwed up I am?

So folks, I'm going to remain on the fence a little while longer and contemplate and introspect and do all those thinking things that make my brain cringe. And I'll let you know the what and why of it all after the weekend.

Hugs.

Closing Up Shop

I just wanted to let the three people who read this blog know that I'm shutting down the blog.

Thanks for reading my occasional thoughts.

The Chick-fil-A Song

Considering I buy 10 Chick-fil-A coupon calendars every year, and considering that I've eaten there three times this week, I feel like this song was written just for me. (Except I get a side salad instead of waffle fries, usually.)

My Clumsiness Knows No Bounds

It's no secret that I'm a world-class klutz.

And it's no secret that I color my hair since the grays are overtaking my part and I'm looking like Sweeney Todd.


The good news is that clumsiness + hair dye = blog fodder.

Truth be told, I haven't dyed my hair since before Thanksgiving. In a brief moment of frugality and granolaness, I thought I should just embrace the grays and call them highlights.

That choice lasted about six months, during which time I frequently questioned my decision as the grays kept coming. They grew longer and seemed to multiply like baby bunnies.

This morning I was brushing my hair when I just couldn't take it anymore. The grays were mocking me so I dove under the sink and grabbed a box of Natural Match, my preferred brand.

An hour later I had shiny, glorious, dark brown hair with golden undertones and nary a gray in sight.

Now here's where the clumsy comes in. While the color was sitting on my head, I popped a piece of Trident White in my mouth. And while I was blow-drying my hair, I flipped my head upside down to get a little extra oomph. That piece of Trident White popped out of my mouth and into my bangs.

What am I, four years old? I can't keep gum in my mouth?

I quickly grabbed the creamy peanut butter and the extracted the gum in less than a minute. But I couldn't wash the peanut butter out using shampoo or soap because that breaks one of the Cardinal Rules of Hair Coloring: Don't wash your hair for 24 hours afterward.

So I rinsed out the peanut butter using a wet washcloth, smelled my hair, and realized I couldn't go out in public like this or I'd have birds landing on my scalp thinking I'm a peanut butter pinecone.

Hello, baseball cap. I guess my shiny gray-free hair will have to make it's debut tomorrow.

How to Have a Perfect Tuesday

1. Get up early, get the kids fed, drop them off at school 10 minutes early.
2. Walk 7 miles around the school's track with friends.
3. Count off the 28 laps by eating a raspberry after each lap. When then raspberries are gone, you're done.
4. Somewhere around lap 20, you and your friend decide to play hooky from housework and go to the movies.
4. Go home, shower, make phone calls. Tie up loose ends for next week's 3rd grade party.
5. Meet your friend at the movies. Smuggle in Chick-fil-A and Hot Tamales.
6. Watch "17 Again." Laugh hysterically at Ned, the sci-fi geek who peacocks to impress the principal.
7. Run errands. Pick up kids.
8. Make shish-kabobs. Grill asparagus. Mash potatoes.
9. Bathe kids. Read aloud a chapter from "Black Stallion." Get kids in bed (a little late).
10. Have a friend come over to watch Idol on Tivo. Attempt to vote for Kris 50 times, although I only got through half a dozen.

All in all? A pretty wonderful day. I highly recommend an occasional movie while the kids are in school.

Older but Skinnier

Last night Kendra asked me how old I was.

"38. Why?"

"Oh! I told Mrs. Fischer you were 48!" she said.

"Why were you and Mrs. Fischer talking about my age?" I wanted to know.

"She was interviewing us for Mother's Day cards. Sorry I said you were 48. I also said you weighed 116 pounds."

Well, at least she got that right.

[grin]

Kudos to Mrs. Fischer, by the way, who apparently informed her students that they couldn't have a number bigger than 140 when she asked how much the moms weigh. She is one smart teacher.

Now What Do I Do?

Here's what my weekend was supposed to look like:

Saturday:

8 a.m. T-Ball game
9 a.m. Softball Pictures
10 a.m. Softball Game
3 p.m. Softball Game (make-up game from rain)
4-8 p.m. Kevin's Company Picnic

Sunday:
9 a.m. Bring snacks to Sunday School
11 a.m. Teach Kidz Club
2 p.m. T-Ball Game (make-up game from rain)


And after a round of swine-flu related emails and cancellations today, here's what my weekend looks like now:

Saturday:
Sleep in
Make snacks for Sunday School

Sunday:
Take snacks to Sunday School
Possibly teach Kidz Club if it isn't called off for swine flu
Take a nap

On the upside, what looked like a crazy weekend has just completely opened up.

On the downside, I'm foreseeing several more crazy weekends in the near future to make up all those cancelled T-ball and softball games.

Swine flu, I am done with you.