THE RAZOR

I realize that Laura Ingalls would be dissapointed, so would Annie Oakley and Jane Austen. In the things I indulge in. Because I *heart* my Venus Breeze Razor. No more lathering up with shaving cream, which means no more shaving cream can rusting in my shower. You just shave and go. It's amazing because suddenly you are transformed into this 5 foot 10 model, leaping on clouds with a nothing but a silky fabric flowing in the breeze.......

Until your 8 year old bangs on the door to let you know that she HAS to brush her hair THAT VERY SECOND. Because we all know that if her hair has to wait any longer, it will turn purple and fall out. It's true. I've seen it happen. Or.. at least that's what I told her when I saw her. She didn't laugh. I did. Secretly, inside.

But back to the razor. It's awesome. So awesome that the hairs on my legs are shriveling in fear as I even think about it. Gone are the days of useless disposable razors that attack your limbs like a hacksaw. Oh yeah, it's sexytime. Watch out, winter, no stubble here!

She wore an

itsy
bitsy
teeny
weeny
yellow
polka
dot
bikini.
I do love the weather, and the sun and the surf. I could do without the sand in all my nether regions.

First day of school dinner

Every year we go out to eat for the first day. We let them pick the meal. I wanted Anita's, my fav mexican restaurant, Hubby want that too. Kids say no. And as it was the first day, and it was for them...... we let them pick. Guess what you get when you let minor children make adult decisions?












That's right. The mecca of senior citizen's everywhere. Grand Slam lovin'. They have eaten there twice in their lives. And of all the ever lovin' places on the planet, THIS is where they choose to go?!?!?!? I am a failure as a parent.


They loved it.

I ate breakfast, complete with hospital sausage. (sausage they serve you in the hospital, all wrinkly and smooshy *gag*)

We went, we ate, we lived.

First day of school

today was the first day.
of first and third grade.
third grade was rockin.
as was the girl who went.
strong and brave, stylin'
in black converse and argyle knee hi's.

first grade was sad.
she cried.
before we ever left.
teacher was sweet,
and hugged her tears away.
it's harder,
on mom's heart.

school's out.
they are all here and happy.
yay!

Not enough time

The kids start school on monday, so we spent the last week enjoying summer. And getting haircuts. And shoes.

I have been creating a few fun things, geared towards Buckeye fans. Go Bucks!

I hope to be back telling it like it is this week. Especially about my new razor, Venus Breeze. She and I are BFF's. Seriously.

Back from the mountains

It was fun. Except for the whole raining for 4 1/2 days thing. They say Colorado gets 300 days of sunshine a year. And it just so happens that it's more rainy than sunny while I'm there? In AUGUST? Hmm someone needs to talk to the sunny days reporter.

It truly is beautiful there. We went on this dirt road that gives you a view of the entire city. Except for we didn't bring food. And the road doesn't end. For about 2 hours. And we were HUNGRY. We were about to become the Donner family. You know, the family that ate each other to survive in the mountains in CA back in the olden days. We were that hungry.

We explored, and ate. Grandma's cooking, so we ate a lot.

But we're back now, so back to the daily normalcy around here.

oh beautiful

I'm off.

to get a rocky mountain high.

blog ya later!

Gymboree doesn't listen

Gymboree and I have a problem. It's name is Maria and has a moustache, and very bad customer service.

Three days ago, was the beginning of the Back to School sale, where new items were $10, $15, and $20, and sale stuff was an extra 20% off. So I load my brood in the car, drive 20-30 mins away to the bigger Gymbo store, to buy back to school clothes.

We spend a good hour trying stuff on my very delicately built string bean Middle, who needs the waist of a 2 year old, with the length of a 6 year old. We conquer the world and leave.

Until Thursday. When the mailman brings a 20% coupon to my mailbox. Don't rub my belly like Buddha. Clearly I am not full of luck.

So my cheap -generic -noodle -buying self heads back to Gymboree, to return the stuff and buy with my coupon. That's 40 extra bucks, or another outfit.. or two. I have three girls, I need all the extra style buyin' that I can get.

Enter Maria.

Maria is upset that she is working Friday. Or that she is working Gymboree on Friday. Or that she has a moustache. She definitely was not happy.

I walk up with my bag. She lets out air. Like a tire just popped. I let her know that I am there to return the stuff. She goes and checks to see if I can. I guess I didn't know that it was an option. She huffs and puffs through out the transaction. Tossing the clothes, all annoyed. She tries to stiff me the tax I paid on the items. Then tries to play it off. Real smooth, Maria. She then yells to her co-worker that "do not put that stuff on the floor until they leave." Yes because they didn't want my 20 dollars to buy the merchandise I had returned. Only someone else's money was good enough. I was spending 200 dollars for crying out loud.

I go about looking for new stuff, and since they are the crappier Gymboree, they didn't have the dress I returned, or one of the pants. Hubby goes and asks if they have it in a size 6. She tosses a glance and says over her shoulder, "Only if you can find it over there." No offer to help him find the size 6. She then starts to grab stacks of clothing around me, and takes about 4-5 stacks of different things over to the counter. To fold them. Thing is, they are not unfolded. I would be standing right in front of something, and Maria would reach around and grab stacks of clothes.
Maria pissed me off. Since she was hell bent on being the fluff and folder of the year, I gave her stuff to keep up with her marathon folding. Anything I touched -I moved, unfolded, ruffled the whole pile. Their jeans rack? Lifted every pair up and laid it down. "Forgot" accessories all over the place.

You know, I wouldn't have noticed the moustache if she hadn't been snarling from far away. When I was ready to buy, she rolled her daggum beady eyes, her moustache wiggled, and she let out air. Again. Should have told her that Fix-A-Flat does wonders. She says nothing until the total. And tosses about 40 (no lie) coupons to Legoland in my bag. And loudly asks if I want the receipt in the bag. I almost forgot to answer, I was staring at her stache the whole time. I think it waved hi and tried to shake my hand.

Gymboree. Now I get to go to gymborelistens.com and tell them about Maria. And how her attitude needs more adjustment than their clothing racks. And perhaps, a barber.

children

We were at the mall the other day, just me and the girls.

A older man walked up to us, smiling, and let me know that he thought the girls were beautiful.

'All of them, so different, so beautiful."

His wife came up, and said they had 2 girls of their own. Over 30, and on their own. She asked if they were all mine, which of course, they are. She said to enjoy, them they grow up so fast. Her oldest was going to Germany for a while, and she said it was just breaking her heart, to have her go.
They both commented again on the girls, and how they loved their own.

And that's who I want to be. To enjoy and cherish my children so much, that when I am older, and they are out in this big world, the beauty of a stranger's child will take me back to that place. That place, tucked deep in my soul, where my own children are 8, 6 and 2, and still mine.