Ethan just got out of bed. He has a gray button up shirt on (one he wore in a wedding) and it’s completely unbuttoned. He slept in it, because he “looks hot in it”.
He went straight to the couch to turn on cartoons. A Barbie commercial came on, he got up, started dancing and singing along.

He has now tied a knot at the bottom of the shirt and put the collar up. I feel like now would be the perfect time to ask him to ask him to do my makeup.

And on a completely unrelated note… Are their really people who exist who do NOT like chocolate and if so, how did you get so lucky?

I can’t think of anything more embarrassing then knocking oneself out in a busy parking lot by accidently shutting the 200 pound hatch on their big ass van on their heads while trying to close it.
I still see stars.
The good news when I went to the bank to take money out of the ATM machine, a fairly attractive gentleman let me go in front of him. When I was done, I said “Thank you so much.”
He responded with “young lady, it was my pleasure, you just made my day. You’re pretty cute.
Ok, I don’t care so much about the cute part, but when he said YOUNG, I wanted to run up and hump his leg. Especially after finding another gray hair this morning.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to slap myself so I don’t fall asleep, I think I have a concusion.

Last night we went to Claim Jumper for our anniversary dinner. Now, if you’ve never had the pleasure of eating at this restaraunt, you can’t even begin to understand how huge the portions they serve are.

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y has a friend who always refers to herself in the third person.
y does not understand this, and y would like to know why people refer to themselves in that manner.
y thinks it makes more sense to refer to oneself as “Me, Myself, or I.”
y is just sayin…

The fire has now moved closer to where I live. I am still not in any danger because we’re far enough south of the hills, but I have so many friends that are preparing to evacuate. I drove up to the park where I walk everymorning. It’s such a beautiful area up there, with amazing, expensive homes. Now it looks like a war zone, and I’m not exaggerating, Missy!!!! It’s burning all around, people are walking around with masks on so they can breathe. There are people on the roofs of their houses with hoses, wetting everything down. A lot of the homeowners in that area own horses. It’s truly unbelievable.

In my Junior year in high school, I was in love with a boy named Ruben.
Ruben was one fine mexican.
One day, I decided to curl my beautiful, straight, long hair for school.
I walked into English class and Ruben was there, he looked at me and said…
“Damn… you look fine, girl, if you got a perm, I’d totally date you.”
My parents did not allow me to perm my hair, it was against our religion, as was wearing makeup, going to dances, wearing mini skirts, talking to boys on the phone, participating in after school activities, hanging out with friends that weren’t Christians, etc.
Ruben discriminated against me for having naturally straight hair, thus missing out on the honor of being able to point at my picture in the yearbook and say “I dated her.”

21 hours.
And in my 21 hours of no computer I came to this conclusion.

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I’m going to do a little experiment.
I’m going to shut down my computer and see how long I can go without turning it on.
No checking my email.
No reading blogs.
No checking stats. (yeah, I check em, we ALL do,I’m just one of the few who admits it!)
No posting on my blog.
No IM’s.
No coloring!!
No NOTHING online. NOTHING.
I’m doing this to try to prove my husband wrong. He says I’m an addict, I say I can shut this computer down and never turn it on again. He says I’m full of shit, I say he’s totally and completely right, but I will not admit it outloud and will do anything to prove him wrong “you’ll see.”
Ok, I’m shutting down on October 15th at 1:10 pm. So long for now.
(I don’t think I’ll even last an hour, how long do you think I’ll last?)

Does anyone remember those hairbrushes they used to make that had a little dispenser that you could fill with hairspray or water? One side was a brush, the other was a spray pump? Anyone?

I was talking to one of my childhood friends. We grew up together in the church. We thought we were so cool with those brushes in our pockets.

I used to wear those skirts with the over sized pockets on the side to church and I’d hide I’d sneak my sprush into church because The Lord knows I wasn’t allowed to bring it. During the service, I’d ask for permission to go to the bathroom, but what I really wanted to go use my “SPRUSH”. I’d lock myself in there until half of my bangs were at least 8 inches tall, perfectly spread and the other half were completely straight against my forehead. Ah, yes, my bangs were truly a work of art.

The Sprush was the perfect invention for me, because I no longer had to carry a can of aerosol Rave in my purse, making it easier to sneak my beauty products to church.

It’s no wonder that even though I went to church 4 days a week for 19 years of my life, I still don’t know half of what the bible says– I was too busy getting my Wordly Bangs on in the bathroom.