• Foster’s Basket

     via Google images I scribble notes to myself on a pad, actually multiple pads and scraps of paper, & sometimes they don’t always make sense to me or it takes a moment for the word or words to form a connection in my mind.  The other day it was “Arian Foster.”  It was the last name that got me because I remembered about the basket–for a few days I kept referring to “Foster’s Basket.”  I don’t know why I clicked on the link about a football player signing with Houston.  I suppose I wanted to know why he was overcome with emotions at his press conference.  Watching the clip, I…

  • Strangeness at Costco

    The boys & I were talking to a sample lady about these delicious little pizza-like items when a pushy woman came up and said to the sales lady, “Ahhm…do you have any fresh samples?  These look a little old.”  No, they didn’t–they were just the smaller pieces because they came from the outer part of the circle.  The sales lady was really nice and said some were just about done grilling and that’s when we said “thank you” and went over to the case to pick up some up for ourselves.  We finished our shopping, checked out and headed for the truck.  That probably took about 30 or so minutes, because…

  • An Unintentional Dog Fest!

    Yesterday, the boys & I were out running errands, one of which was going to Michael’s.  Since we had to pick up stuff for the “Loving Pet Basket” for Max’s class, we decided to go to the Colonade where we could kill two birds with one stone, so to speak.  Could you really see me killing a bird, or anything for that matter?  It was hot yesterday–it hit the 100 degree mark–and Stuart was whining about not wanting to do anymore errands.  Michael’s was our first errand, so you can see where the day might head if I didn’t go for a save right then and there.  I said to…

  • I Dreamt of an Housekeeper…

     I used to have very vivid dreams, but, for the past few years I really haven’t.  This morning, however, I had a dream that I had an housekeeper!  She was in her late teens/early twenties and her rates were unbelievably cheap.  She cleaned my entire house and when it was time to pay her she gave me some ridiculously low rate, like $50.  I think people pay $50 to have their yurts cleaned these days.  I was dumbfounded and didn’t say anything.  Then she said $50 for each of us, because she had brought a friend to help.  I was actually relieved but confused.  Confused, because how did she…

  • Little Red Shoes

     Dorothy’s Red Slippers, via Google images We all have that favorite article of clothing or an accessory that we just can’t seem to part with or perhaps we wear it until it’s worn out, right?  When I was between 4-5 years old I had a little red pair of shoes that I absolutely loved.  We had bought them in Japan before we moved stateside, so there was no finding them in Seattle.  I think my mom even asked relatives to look for another pair and they couldn’t find them.  Before we moved my mom even offered to buy another pair, exactly the same, and I still refused–because, after all,…

  • Don’t Be Cheap!

    These days, I get my news from MSN.  If I want to know more, which usually I don’t, I go somewhere else and do more investigating.  In case you think I’m shallow, it’s really self-preservation.  The news can easily become a black hole for me or I turn into Chicken Little watching and reading it.  At any rate, I took the time to see what the recent hub-bub was all about with the FBI and prostitutes.  I was pretty sure this isn’t the first time those two groups have had interactions…however, I wonder if any one else thinks it’s funny and ironic that these powerful men were brought down not necessarily…

  • Being Heard, Heeded and Creating a Lasting Mark

    Being a parent is incredibly hard.  There are many days where the task is thankless and you feel as if you are not being heard.  As I’ve said to chief many a time–it’s not that I want to be in control, necessarily, or the “master” of my universe, but I would like to be heeded, occasionally.  Ideally, you’d like your children to think for themselves and for that to happen, they can’t always do what you say.  This is a frustrating fact.  They are their own people and they won’t always agree with what you have to say or how you view the world.  As well it should be (although…

  • Egg Collecting and Cooperation

    http://www.thegraphicsfairy.com/ I have to chuckle at the varying strategies the boys have used over the years to collect the Easter Bunny’s eggs.  I still have a very vivid picture of Little Man when he was 2 years old, shoving as much candy as possible in his mouth while searching for eggs.  He looked like a chipmunk his cheeks were so packed.  As expected, in the earlier years it was every man for himself.  I’m sure a young child can barely think straight when thoughts of candy laying around the yard have entered the brain.  They didn’t have a search plan, they just ran out into the yard and looked.  As they…

  • Banjos, Mullets (sort of) and a TLC Rant

    As we were driving past Bagby the Barber the boys remarked on going there and the first thing Max said was, “He cut my hair too short.”  We went once and it took an incredibly long time–both the wait and the cut.  The boys were really fairly young–so you can do the math; we didn’t go back despite the nice barber and the big screen TV.  And, yes, we didn’t go back because Max’s hair was a little too short and that seems to be seared into his brain.  He likes it short, but it was really short.  It might’ve been because Uncle Alex asked for his hair nearly bald–my…

  • A Bunch of Bad Hair Days

    Yesterday, I was feeling like a Cocker Spaniel.   via Google images Look how sad and droopy.  It was all about my hair.  My hair was flattened to my head, with a wavy mess trailing down.  It’s a good look for this dog, but not for me.  Actually, the dog is very beautiful–I wasn’t feeling beautiful, however.  No, my hair wasn’t the silken and shinyVeronica Lake waves, either.  So, well after 10 years of not blow drying my own hair (the hair stylist does but not me) I decided to buy a fancy, schmancy blow dryer.  You know, shake things up a bit.  I thought it might give my hair…