Friday Confessions

1.  Last week in my office I uttered the words, "Is that mouse poop??"

**shudder**

2.  I'm not afraid of mice, for the record, but I do get the heebie-jeebies thinking of what else might have mouse doodie all over it.

3.  My co-worker's computer crashed while helping me with research. 

...on erectile dysfunction.  Apparently the appropriate medication for such condition is not covered by Medicaid.

My job is fun.

4.  I can't imagine the Google search keywords that will bring people here now.

5.  Currently, readers find me by searching arm fat crease, "my uterus", and brownie turds.

6.  I made phone reservations last week and called in to check on them Monday.  They had my name written down as "Stacie Roofus."

7.  Also on Monday I had pie with ice cream for dinner.

8.  I then had pie for dessert.

Because I'm an adult now.

9.  There is snow on the ground.  Right now.  And I'm not sure how I feel about it.  No, no, I am happy and excited for all kinds of snow-related activities, but why no easing into it?

10.  Yesterday I could not identify a picture of Vice President Joe Biden.  I am a sad American.

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Happy Friday, y'alls!

Working Conditions

I've lost my focus for the day.

 There's just something about a heavy piece of machinery that makes me want to hop in and take it for a spin.

Seriously, how hard could it be?

If The History Channel Says It Can Happen...

Remember this list?

Remember how I said I'm a tad nervous, although irrationally, that I just might find a zombie standing in my shower waiting to take a big bite out of my trapezius?

(that's the muscle in your neck leading to your shoulders and back.  i don't know, i just imagine this to be the most convenient place to bite...)

Remember what channel The New Girl is on?  Because I can't seem to find it....

But I digress.

I am still 99% sure a zombie invasion is not right around the corner, and I'm still convinced there is something real silly about turning on all the lights and checking my closet just in case, but when it's dark outside, and I'm all alone...

...and The History Channel airs a program interviewing scientists (scientists of all people!) who say a zombie take over is possible and people should be prepared....

....and there are actual people out there (Zombie Squad) who train for this type of event....

....and I just happen to see the numbers "666" twice in one day....

I get a little nervous.  Like "Oliver, run upstairs and get your ball so I can see if you get startled by someone being there who shouldn't be there" nervous.

Or "I'll make a lot of noise with this giant stick in my hand to draw them out of their hiding places" nervous.

(we have sticks in our apartment, but i swear they are usually only used for decoration)

One day I'll grow up.

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Today is not that day, my friends.

To Snickers, Or Not To Snickers

You know how there are some days you wish you had taken your own advice that morning and hid a Snickers bar in your purse and forced yourself to forget about it so that you could stumble upon it at that magical three o'clock hour where your chocolate/junk craving is at it's worst?

Today is that day.

Ten on Tuesday

Something funny is going on in this week's Ten on Tuesday....someone has babies on the brain!

1. What is the worst compliment you have ever received?
I'm sure there have been plenty of cringe-worthy compliments, but all I can think of are times my attributes were made fun of: like when my Grandpa Danny would call me bugle lips.  Or when my classmates would laugh at my soccer sweatshirt that said "All Star Stacie" on it.

Don't cry for me.  It didn't hurt my feelings for a second.

Boy do I miss those carefree, self-confident days!

2. Did you/would you tell everyone the name of your baby before they were born, keep it a secret, or not choose until after they were born?
No kids here.  And I can't say for sure what we will or won't do, but I know I probably won't want to reveal a name until it's hatched.

Now the gender on the other hand, I'm not sure I'll want to keep that a secret...even from myself!

3. What is your favorite candle smell?
Christmas Tree.  We already have one going in our apartment.

4. What is the best birthday/Christmas gift you received when you were pregnant or the best birthday/Christmas gift you gave a pregnant person that was really appreciated?
Well.....I haven't known too many preggos, but for the few I have gotten gifts for I'm sure the bottles, crib sheets, and socks came in handy at some point.

5. Who was your favorite teacher?
Most of the teachers I had in Indiana (6th-12th) were wonderful.  Mr. Culp did magic tricks, Mrs. Greene is the nicest person I've ever known, Mr. Larimer let us call him Ebola Stan and play tricks on other science classes, Mr. Kirkton told lame math jokes and listened to Hank Williams during class, Mr. Jones, Peterson, Spradling, and Golden as my band teachers I spent more time with than my own parents.

The list, literally, goes on and on and on and....

6. What is the best game/activity you have ever played at a baby shower?
I'm a fan of the game where you eat chocolate out of diapers and try to guess what kind it is.  It combines my love of bathroom humor and chocolate into one tacky activity.

7. What was your major in college and did you end up using it in your career?
I was a communications major in college and yes I do use my skills in my current job because I am required to communicate.

Lame.

8. What is a beauty product you swear by?
I am in love with Crabtree & Evelyn's pomegranate body lotion.  It makes my skin silky smooth, but the best part is the clean, slightly fruity smell (I am not a fruity smell kind of person) that stays with me for-ev-er.

Call me crazy, but I like to smell good.

9. What is the kindest thing a stranger has ever done for you?
For me?  Hold open a door?  I don't remember, but I have seen over a thousand strangers work toward giving Special Olympics athletes the time of their lives.  That's pretty special.

10. If you could recommend one new baby necessity, what would it be?
A momma and daddy that love each other.  Other than that, I've got nuthin'.

You know, because all Corey and I have is a dog...

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Play along, link up over at Chelsea's!

Weekend Wrap Up: Olympians and Football

Stacie: A+ weekend, could not have been better.

Corey: pppsshhhhh, glad that's over.

Obviously, not everyone is going to have a super fabulous time every single minute of every single day.  That's why it's so great when there are a series of good things that last over several consecutive minutes.

Unfortunately, Corey had to work Saturday and Sunday on a huge last minute project for his bosses.  And this is after working non-stop on a previous huge last minute project.  The last thing anyone wants to do after days of stress is to commit to a weekend of stress.

But he did it, and only slightly resisted.

What a trooper.

Lucky for him, 'tis the season for so much football you'll want to poke your eyes out with a rusty fork.

...or is it just me?

So he had not one, not two, but (what felt like) a million games to watch both afternoons.  Yaaaay.

My weekend, on the other hand, was full of goodness.  My activities were ooooozing goodness.

I was fortunate enough to hook up with Special Olympics for their state games held near my town on Saturday where I was stationed at the golf event.  I followed around two athletes and their coaches as they played an alternate shot, 9-hole round.

My job was to keep score and make sure they followed the rules.  Although I do still play golf, I can't say I've actually played by the rules since my days on my high school's team.  So my knowledge of the nit-picky stuff was rusty.

We didn't run into too many problems.  Only about a dozen lost balls.

And one very. large. water hazard.

Later on in the day, maybe it was within hour three of the four hour round of 9-holes, one of the athletes and I started talking about Halloween:

me: "So, do you dress up for Halloween?"

D: (looks at me for a second) "I'm 37 years old."

me: (taking foot out of mouth)

D:  "I have to find a girlfriend."

Nice job, Stace.  But we were still friends, and I cheered like a crazy lady when he won a silver medal later in the day.

After a full day of golf and golf activities I had me one heck of a night relaxing on the couch, eating a Moe's burrito and razzleberry pie.  This was followed by a lovely lunch with my family after church on Sunday and an afternoon of (more) football with Corey and the gang.  Of course, I ended my night with more razzleberry pie with ice cream and apple crisp on the side.

Great.  Great, great, great, great, great.

"Yeah, it was alright...."

Big News, But It's Probably Not What You're Thinking...

Zombies.

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See?  Kind of a let down?

Well pick yourself right back up because we've got some good stuff to cover.  Ninety minutes of stuff to be exact because the season premier of The Walking Dead on AMC started Sunday night and I am all kinds of tickled about it!

Do you watch the show?

Or do you lean more toward Gossip Girl?

World News with Diane Sawyer?

Everybody Loves Raymond??

I tend to enjoy all flavors of TV programming; this one in particular because the actors are talented, no big names or egos;  it doesn't go off the deep end into sci-fy land with crazy conspiracy theories and aliens; and everything is so realistic from the make up to the plots, interactions and dialogues. 

Bravo AMC.  I now have a genuine fear of standing up after spitting toothpaste out in the sink and finding a zombie right behind me.

Seriously, the odds seem pretty good that one day this virus is going to literally eat us.  And then other people are going to start eating us.  And then you have this world full of people eating people just wandering around looking for more people.

So in this week's episode things pick up where they left off last season.

Surprise.

I don't remember if the band of live people we met last year have a plan or if they're wandering aimlessly to find other people who are not yet dead.

Nevertheless, they are on the road again.  And in 90 minutes I was able to take away the following:

• Hiding from zombies is possible if they don't already know you are there.
• Hiding under already dead zombies, while gross, is protection from the ones who, um, aren't dead dead.
• Churches are using recordings of bells these days.
• Not everyone is able to get along, even if you are fighting the same zombies.

And then there was all kinds of running and screaming and shooting zombies.  So cool.

Not much of a wrap-up, I know.  But the show was on Sunday night and this is Thursday, and based on what you know of my lack of memory..........

I know, sad.  But I do remember that I liked it!

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So amigos, have a fantastic day and I hope you can sleep at night without thinking of dead people.

We Want To Know: What's Going on in Your Head?

Let's get down to business.





{1} When was the last time you lost your temper?
This morning.  I was in the bathroom getting ready for work while Corey was in the shower.  He asked me to open the door so the mirror wouldn't get all foggy and I said I would.  A minute later (still with hair gel in my hands) he yells "OPEN THE DOOR!!"  It startled me and I couldn't believe he was yelling at me about it!  So I yelled back "GIVE ME A MINUTE!!!"

Turns out he wasn't yelling at me.  He thought I was in the other room.  Whoopsie!


{2} What 3 words best describe you?
Goofy; because I do enjoy wearing a good fake mustache now and then.  Busy; because I rarely have moments of nothing to do...by choice.  Christian; because it should be apparent that I'm living my life for God.

{3} What movie could you watch over and over again and never get tired of?
Christmas Vacation.  I can't get enough of cousin Eddie, the Christmas lights, the grandparents, the squirrel, the boss, the dog, the mall scene, cat food in the jello mold, the Pledge of Allegiance, the pool...all of it.  All of it!!

{4} If you could do something dangerous, just once, with no risk, what would you do?
Sky dive, but I would most likely have a heart attack before jumping.  Call me crazy but since I already have a fear of flying and a fear of heights my nerves might just get the better of me.

Then why pick skydiving??

{5} Which is more important intelligence or common sense?
Common sense.  You can fake being smart, but you can't fake good decisions.  Put that on a t-shirt.

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Thanks to Mamarazzi, Queso, and Crazymama for a lovely set of the most random questions I think they could have come up with!

Don't Worry, He's Gonna Make It

"Beetle, I think I pulled my groin muscle."

Famous last words.

Or first words...I guess that would fit our situation best.

Let me preface this story with the disclaimer that Mr. Lucas did approve the following information to be leaked to all corners of the globe through the power of the Interwebs.  This will neither be my last post nor will you see any formal apology for what I am about to write.

But really, it's not that bad.  I'm just gonna talk about Corey's crotch a little bit.

Now without further ado...

Corey and I spent the wee hours of Saturday morning in the emergency room.  He.  Was.  Injured.  We're not sure how it happened, or when it happened, but it happened.  Something was horribly wrong.

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"Corey, why do you keep grabbing yourself like that??"

"What??  I have to help pick my leg up...it hurts!!"

"But we. are. in. Public!"

This was Friday night.  We decided to meet up with friends for drinks and apps despite Corey's fragile condition and the rain.

I feel like at his age a lot of aches and pains can be now be blamed on the weather.

Anyway, we see our friends, we laugh, we eat, I eat off of everyone's plates, we laugh some more.  I noticed Corey propping his foot up on the bottom rung of those high bar chairs.

"It's the only thing that makes it feel better."

(foreshadow)

Next thing I know it's 3:30am and I'm woken up by a tap, tap, tap.

"Hey Beetle, I think I need to go to the ER."

"Wha....why?"

"This thing hurts!"

"Ok, did you try laying a different way?"

So he tosses and turns.  I doze off.

"It feels a little better when I sit up like this."

"Ok, so we'll prop you up in the chair in the living room and...."

"No.  I need to go to the ER."

(Lord give me compassion because you know how much of a bear I am without my beauty sleep)

**BOINK!**

Granted.

"Ok, Cor.  Let's go."

Now, the moral of this story....well, there really is none.  We drove to the hospital, he got shot up with some extra strength ibuprofen in the keester, and we drove back home.

But what I think us ladies, and some of our gentlemen, can derive is some amusement in the differences between our sexes. 

It's the I-feel-like-my-uterus-is-going-to-explode-better-fold-this-laundry VS. I-have-tummy-grumblies-please-hold-me.

Or just-sliced-tip-of-finger-off-chopping-onions-must-feed-family VS. I'm-sorry-this-bunion-on-my-foot-prevents-me-from-mowing-the-lawn-ever.

And my favorite I-may-feel-like-swine-flu-is-stabbing-me-in-the-chest-but-I-need-to-see-who-wins-America's-Next-Top-Model VS. I'll-be-late-to-work-because-I'm-going-to-have-this-ingrown-hair-looked-at-by-the-doctor-because-I'm-sure-it's-not-just-a-pimple.

(of course this is entirely hypothetical)

You're nodding your head, aren't you.

It's MY Time To Shine!

What's this business about nerdy being the new black?

Word on the street is glasses and Star Wars are not only okay, but trendy.  Love video games, Gremlins and Sonic breakfast burritos?  You are now part of the cool kids club.

Why was this not an option in Jr. High as I entered into frog jumping contests and wore Muppet characters on my over sized clothing?  I so would have been the coolest.

Fortunately, I managed to hold on to parts of that inner geek that was never entirely eliminated when I learned how to de-frizz my hair, wear clothes that fit, and adopt normal hobbies like going to the ballet and watching Hoarders on A&E.

For example, I geek Matlock.

I geek highwater sweatpants for laying around the house.

I geek macaroni and cheese with hot dogs.

I geek the color purple.

I geek glasses.

I geek random facts.

I geek movies and shows about aliens.

I geek movies and shows about zombies.

I geek correct grammar.

I geek fart jokes.

I geek reading.

I geek Friday nights at home.

...and so on.

I used to geek All My Children.  But then I got a job and now I'm geeking full time employment.

Needless to say, I'm part of the cool kids club.

Finally!!

It only took years of slouch boots, acid washed jeans, shoulder pads, shirts tied around waists, skinny jeans, ballet flats, and UGG boots to get me here.

Now let's just all try our hardest to keep this new nerd culture going.  For my sake.

Friday Confessions

1.  Part of my vacation (more on that later) was spending a few days with my grandpa and his wife in their home.  During this time I may or may not have swiped one of their remotes in order to turn the volume down.

2.  I also may or may not have had an outside-my-body experience over the buffet food they got down there in the south.

3.  We fed the catfish in my grandpa's pond our leftovers.  Including a Sonic double bacon cheeseburger.

4.  I will probably brag a lot about my grandpa when I get around to posting a vacay recap.  Just a heads up.

5.  I found out Wednesday Corey is afraid of spiders.  He tried to catch one in a mass of paper towels as it repelled from our ceiling but it got away, then he spent the next 10 minutes on his hands and knees looking for it.

"Corey, you are not going to find that iddy biddy spider.  He's gone."

"He's not gone.  Will you switch couches with me??"

6.  I am not afraid of spiders.  Unless they are on me.  The same applies to insects, rodents, stray hairs that feel like spiders, little pieces of dead grass that look like spiders, etc.

7.  At my friend's wedding on Saturday were little pieces of wrapped candy scattered all around the tables.  I stuffed as many into my purse as I could fit.

8.  She said it was ok.

9.  I ate them all yesterday.

10.  My diet starts today.  After my breakfast of one huge helping of oatmeal smothered in brown sugar and walnuts.

It probably won't end well.

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Happy Friday to all and to all a good Friday!

Wait, that's not right....

Ten on Tuesday Rewind

Corey and Stacie are still away, fishin' and boatin' and moseyin' around the deep south with granddaddy.  Enjoy a ToT from last June while they're fixin' to fly back to yankee territory.
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1. What does your car say about you? If you don’t have a car, what kind of car would be your daily driver?
I drive a very plain, no frills Hyundai Tucson. (I lie, one frill: butt warmers.) So does that mean I am plain and no frills?

Hecks no! I may appear dull and lifeless, but I assure you underneath these black slacks and green cardigan there is a girl just bursting to try out a new crocheted doily pattern with some craaaaazy color yarn!

2. To this point, what has been your purpose on this planet?
To make me happy. Shocker, I know. But I have only just recently, within the past few years, realized **gasp** it's not all about me!

3. If you could trade places with any person for any amount of time, who would it be?
Anyone rich and famous. For a week. To get it out of my system so I can happily come back to real life and plans of living on a farm with Corey and our retired racehorses, chickens, and alpacas.

4. What is your favorite kind of cake? If you don’t like cake, what is it about it that you don’t like?
Chocolate cake with chocolate frosting. But it has to be the stuff from the grocery store, in the box. No cake compares. If you don't like cake, you're weird. That's a fact. So I will eat your piece for you.

5. Would you have wanted to live in your parents’, grandparents’ or great-grandparents’ generation or only your own?
I want to live in the generation where women wore dresses and those cute black and white shoes, men held doors open and didn't curse like sailors, and kids would get a swat on the butt for talking back.

6. Do you have any home remedies for illnesses, cleaning or otherwise?
If you're feeling grody, put down the double bacon cheeseburger and pick up a carrot. Your body is trying to tell you something.

7. What is your ideal weather situation?
Sunny and 72 degrees. Slight breeze. You can do anything in sunny 72. Except ski. But I can live without skiing.

8. What is your best attribute (physical or personal)?
Well, my nickname growing up was "bugle lips" and I heard a "tree trunk" remark from a nasty little boy who became my boyfriend for 3 days in sixth grade, so I believe my best attribute might be something on the inside, like my ability to drive without paying attention.

9. Do you text or surf while driving?
No. (yes) I never text while driving. (yes i do) Because it is dangerous. (i do it anyway) And against the law. (still do it) Plus, my mom yells at me whenever I even touch my phone in the car. (i wait until she gets out)

10. How long have you known your best friend?
There is a three-way tie for best friend. In no particular order:

• Jill - 14 years. Since marching band (band reference for the week: check). She brought me out of the cozy box my parents kept me in and introduced me to boys as boyfriends and not cootie machines.
• Katie - since birth. Hers, not mine, 23 years. Sisters are automatic best friends. They know you better than you know yourself and are the only people you can trust to give it to you straight with the best intentions. I can definitely count on Katie to tell me how she really feels.
• Kimberlie - also since birth, 22 years. She goes along with most of my dumb ideas. Lord help her.

Out of Office Reply: Marriage is Goooood

Corey and Stacie are currently off having a wildly adventurous time in the land of retired seniors.  Please enjoy the following essay on the benefits of marriage as expressed by Stacie just one month after her wedding in 2009.

Why I love being married.

by Stacie


When you're married you don't have to be afraid of things. Like the dark. Except for when your dear sweet husband hides behind a door when you get up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night and then jumps out at you and scares out that little bit of pee you knew was in there but just didn't want to come out yet.

When you're married you always have someone to listen to you complain about your job, your friends, your hair, that little bit of fat accumulating under your arms. You can also share your hopes, dreams, and aspirations that he not leave the windows open anymore. It's cold out.

When you're married you can look forward to those nice surprises that brighten your day. A piece of your favorite dessert. Maybe a love note in your lunch bag. Or the ever romantic fart in your face while being pinned to the ground.

When you're married you are introduced to new food. Like gravy and cheese over fries, baked beans with hot dogs over cottage cheese, or my favorite, fries with baked beans, meat sauce, macaroni salad and a corn muffin all mixed together. Sometimes your husband will serve you while you're relaxing on the couch reading a National Geographic on California's redwood forests, that's another nice surprise.

There are many more reasons why being married is rewarding, fulfilling and special, but I'll leave you with my favorite:

When you're married there is someone else who can take the dog out when it's 30 degrees outside.

The End.

Friday Confessions

Let's get some things off our chests before the weekend, shall we?





1.  I am always finding dog hair in my food, on my clothes, even in my own hair.  But it's the long crimpy ones I worry about.  The ones that come from Oliver's netheregions.

2.  Last Thursday I brought the fixins for a salad to work for lunch because I'm trying to eat healthier.  I brought the greens, a nice balsamic vinaigrette, walnuts, feta cheese, and a red pear.  Then I ate a Ding Dong.

3.  ...and a candy bar.

4.  I have allowed myself to become entirely wrapped up in two reality TV shows: Sister Wives, and Dancing With The Stars.

5.  I want to be famous just so I can be on Dancing With The Stars.  Oh how I love that Derek Hough.

As a friend.  Of course.

6.  I suffer from parking anxiety.  When pulling into an area that has undesignated spots I tend to panic.

What if this isn't where I'm supposed to be?

Am I blocking the flow?

Do I really need to be here??

7.  I also suffer from flying anxiety, for which I plan to medicate myself from now on.

8.  Meaning I am going to be drugged for the six flights in our cross country tour starting tonight.

9.  My new favorite food: meatloaf and mashed potato pizza with cheese and ketchup.  Yes, it is as good as it sounds.

10.  I'm part of a late-twenty-somethings/early-thirty-somethings Bible study on Thursday nights:

"You're not writing in that leader's guide, are you?  I need to give it back to so-and-so."

"No.  But I was drawing a whole bunch of middle fingers."

Just so you know God allows us Christians to have somewhat of a sense of humor.

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Enjoy your weekend, friends!  The beautiful Sam Champion tells me we're all in for some welcomed weather!

My Thoughts, Exactly: TRESemme Fresh Start Dry Shampoo

This is a Sponsored post written by me on behalf of TRESemmé for SocialSpark. All opinions are 100% mine.

I am currently in a love/hate relationship with my hair.  It hates me and yet I still keep it around.

There is a "relaxed" quality to my curl, borderline lazy, and yet a frizz factor that is less "bringing sexy back" and more Junior High awkward class photo.  This leaves me with a daily dilemma: what do I do with this mess??

The solution: put it up.

When it's wet: put it up.

When I let it dry a little and gets that beginning frizz: put it up.

When I dry it with the blow drier and it just doesn't curl right: put it up.

I was surprised one day when I had the time to tame it and I noticed how long it had grown!

Then back in the spring I stumbled on a little secret that halfway helps: don't wash it every day.

Yikes.

But there was a noticeable difference.  My strands weren't as dry and I had a pretty good wave-thing going.  Although, I still had to "put it up," the top half of my hair would be too greasy.

Enter TRESemme.

With this new line, the Fresh Start Dry Shampoo, I can  skip my daily washing get rid of the grease and save myself from 1) the time it takes to wash and dry my hair every day (hello 15 more minutes of Good Morning America!) and 2) the frizz and nasty curl I get from my hair being so dry.  All I have to do is take yesterday's hair, use my Fresh Start and style.

There are a few different options, based on your hair type:

• Strengthening Dry Shampoo: with vitamins for strength and body
• Volumizing Dry Shampoo: with mineral clay and citrus, it removes oil for great volume
• Smoothing Dry Shampoo: with proteins to refresh straight hair
• Moisturizing Waterless Foam Shampoo: with Witch Hazel, Citrus and Aloe Vera to remove oil and odor while moisturizing hair (this is the one I use)

Long story short: with this stuff you can skip a hair washing and still look good (and smell good, thank you citrus extracts.)

Celeb Julia Allison teamed up with TRESemme and created a tutorial on how to use Fresh Start Dry Shampoo.  She's also giving away a $500 gift card to Target to a lucky viewer...hint, hint.

And if you'd like to read for yourself how easy TRESemmé Fresh Start Dry Shampoo is to use, here are a few recommended directions to get the best results:

• Do shake vigorously before use and in between spray bursts
• Do lift section of dry hair and spray lightly at roots
• Do spray in short bursts, holding 8-12 inches from head
• Don't spray it like hair spray (all over and continuously)
• Do leave in for 1-2 minutes
• Do use fingertips or a brush to distribute product evenly
• If clogging occurs, remove the nozzle and rinse under warm water, then reattach

 See.  Simple.

Check it out!

 

Ten on Tuesday

A fun set of questions this week from Chelsea...just the way I like 'em.  Random as the day is long.

1. How do you take your coffee?
Now that I drink one coffee a month, I prefer it over ice with lots of milk and vanilla flavoring.  But I try not to overdo it, caffeine makes me think I can talk faster than my mouth can move.  It's embarrassing.


2. Do you prefer soft or crispy chocolate chip cookies?
Soft to the thousandth degree.  Actually, if you just set them on top of the oven that's about as cooked as I need them to be.
3. Do you wear a belt every day?
I only have two cool belts, so I can wear them maybe once a month before people start to say, "she's wearing the pink pineapple belt, again?!"

Other than that, no.  Unless I have a pair of pants that's threatening to sag.

4. What is your favorite color combination?
Oooo...right now on my bed I have a red toile quilt on light green sheets.  It works.  I like turquoise and orange together, purple and green, and always black and gold (Boiler Up!)
5. Do you like sour candy?
Only when I can eat with a friend and we can laugh at our sour faces.  Otherwise, what's the point??

6. How often do you do laundry?
Sundays, and whenever Corey threatens to do a load.

Call me crazy, but I prefer our whites stay white.

7. Did you ever wear braces?
No, but I needed them.  Both of my darling sisters, on the other hand, wore braces and now have perfectly straight teeth.

Good for them, I say through my clenched crooked teeth.

8. Are you good at Roman Numerals?
I can count to 18 because of this song:

9. What is your favorite form of social media?
Twitter.  I sometimes wish all communication could be limited to 140 characters...
10. How do you feel about chin dimples?
I have so many questions: what does a hole in your face feel like?  does food get trapped in there?  do you have to clean it out with a q-tip?  can I touch it?

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Have a very merry Tuesday, friends!

Weekend Wrap Up: Sales and Travels

What happened here?  All of a sudden we switch our calendars to October and the temperature drops 20 degrees?!  Is this fair??

Wow, what a lovely, warm fall September day this is.
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Helloooo October.  I cannot feel my fingers.

My mom, my sisters and I woke up on Saturday, bright and early on the day of the World's Largest Garage Sale, to 50 degrees.  And rain.

Of all days.

But, being loyal bargain shoppers, we went anyway.  Ponchos, rain boots, umbrellas, and all.

For half of our party, the weather got the best of us.  Only two hours in, my sisters retreated to the car to sit with the heat turned up to 90.  Two hours, several purchases, and one soup-in-a-bread-bowl later my mom and I joined them. 

My fingers were so cold and red I could not use them anymore.

I listen to my body's signals.

More on my super finds later, like after I finally show Corey.

One purchase may or may not be well received.

But that's a story for a different day.

After the sale, Corey and I packed up our overnight gear for a trip to his parents' house.  It was a rare free weekend he wanted to use to see one of his grandmothers.  I oblige.  Gramma time is good time.

We sat by the fire, kept Oliver from eating the cats, shopped, ate Italian, ate cake, ate breakfast, ate meatloaf, talked about how lousy the weather has been...your usual family togetherness stuff.

I also stabbed myself with a felting needle.  A through-and-through as I think they call it in crime scene investigating.

"If it was bad you'd be bleeding."

"I AM bleeding!!"

"Oh."

Now we're back to the grindstone.  Busy week ahead of us.  Lots of plans.  Packing for our cross-country adventure.  Worrying over flying.

Yay....can't wait.