Hello, dear readers. Well, it may be more like...hello, Mommy Lipstick and thank you for looking at my little website. Oooh, and also, hello to my super-cool pharm-mommy friend who told me today that she reads me. To everyone else, this is not...I repeat, this is *not* a mistake in your Google reader. Lipstick has decided to post.
Life is not bad. Life is busy. I am happy most of the time and only terrified a little bit of the time. I am happy with our lives...I love my job, my goodness Mr. Lipstick loves him some law, JBB loves kindergarten, and our little Pretty Girl loves her preschool "klaas." (I typed it that way in a vague attempt to convey the oh-so-adorable way she pronounces the word "class" in her two year old voice). I worry about the balancing of careers and school and life and how not to get lost in the shuffle. I don't want to miss the good stuff.
Sigh...yes, those are Happy Meal boxes (and no, we did not get the apple slices). Additional fun and mayhem made possible by Daddy Lipstick. Brought to you by the letter L and the number 2.
The seventh grader that lives inside of me could not stop laughing.
It may be because after being a grown-up at work today and... then being a mommy at the pediatrician's office for two (count 'em...two) well-child visits and... then being a cop at the CVS to make Mr. Lipstick and the little Lipsticks get flu shots and... then enduring Monsters vs. Aliens, I needed a little adolescent humour.
Or, it could be that Lipstick just loves a dirty joke.
Thank y'all for your well wishes! I feel so much better than yesterday...my voice is still scratchy and I still feel achy, but nothing like the edge of death that was Monday afternoon.
This morning Mr. Lipstick was in the hallway of JBB's school, and he introduced himself to the man standing beside him with the "our kids are in the same class" type of introduction. They talked for a minute, and while Mr. Lipstick was signing up for the parent-teacher conference, he noticed a child ran up to this man and asked for three autographs.
"Hmmm, well, that guy must be somebody," Mr. Lipstick thought. When he got home this morning, he had to consult The Google and finally figured out that the mystery dad is an NFL quarterback. This makes us sound way fancier than we are...after all, no one is asking for our autographs.
In other news, I am relaxing by watching Chris Rock:Kill from 2008. I do love Chris Rock. Hilarious. Can not get enough. Oh, tell me y'all love some Chris Rock too.
I have *lost* my voice. Just absolutely gone. The chills. The aches. I even left work early today, came home and just went to bed. I took a nap, woke up confused, figured out why I was napping at 4:30 on Monday afternoon, and did some more napping. I feel a bit better now...what with all that ibuprofen, and I am currently under three (yes, three) blankets and I even have a heating pad to my back. I am lonesome for you all so I decided to do a little typing. Turns out typing is keeping my fingers warm too, but you know, I think I need those little gloves with the fingers cut out.
This weekend Mommy and Daddy Lipstick brought my newly re-sized birthday present (see below). I have hardly taken it off and can't stop staring at my hand. Saturday afternoon Mommy Lipstick and I went shopping and then to lunch. Saturday night Mr. Lipstick and I actually got a real live babysitter and went to a party hosted by one of my friends from pharmacy school. Sunday night we hosted our church small group. Clearly I am not meant to have this many social events in a three day period. I think my immune system collapsed.
So in conclusion, my apologies... Tonight, I am not funny witty chatty endearing insightful interesting or even entertaining.
I am, however, chilly achy laying in bed and thankful for my bloggy buddies.
Were you obsessed with the radio when you were growing up? I remember lying beside my sea foam green boom box (I kid you not) with a blank cassette tape in the deck and my fingers poised above the red and black buttons waiting for my favorite song to begin so I could record it, just hoping that my reflexes would be quick enough to capture the first few notes. "Billie Jean" just isn't the same without the beginning.
Of course, when life becomes more about work and supper and laundry and making sure the children are in bed on time, whatever is new in music becomes less of a priority. In fact, we all begin to rely on those stations that play "classic rock" which by the way, is just a tiny step away from "oldies." If your iPod contains greater than 51% of music that you memorized before you bought the aforementioned iPod, then you dear friend are probably listening to your own version of oldies.
Kids are no help. Especially young ones. JBB went through a phase in which he only wanted to hear John Denver. "Country Roads" specifically. Do you think I indulged his request? It nearly drove me crazy too. Pretty Girl likes the Twilight soundtrack. She calls it "Wight Music." She shakes her feet and claps her hands. Don't you judge me.
Well, as it turns out, Comcast has all these music channels that are complete crap. Totally worthless except for one called Adult Alternative. I seem to love every song. I can listen for hours. In fact, now that True Blood is over until next year, it really is the only use I can find for that big black box (tv) since I would rather play with my small silver box (laptop). That is how I found the Avett Brothers. I am in love with this song. I hope you enjoy.
Have y'all seen People of Wal-Mart...as in the website? Well, actually I guess if you've been shopping at Wal-Mart you've been similarly entertained, but this website is akin to piling up in a big ole RV, driving across the great U.S. of A. and seeing all the diversity that discount shopping has to offer. Of course, there are some naysayers who maintain this website ridicules a specific socio-economic demographic typically seen in the aisles of Wal-Mart. However, I find it downright impossible to avoid hysterical laughter at the sight of this:Have fun, y'all!
And for a complete change of pace...many thanks to you all for your kind birthday wishes and for your gracious compliments on my new jewelry.
Have fun, y'all!