I have a really loud sneeze
A rattle-y cough
Stopped up ears
And a bit of a wheeze
Going to the doctor to see
If he can fix little ole me
I'm hoping for a drug or two
Maybe a miracle out of the blue
I am not much of a poet as you can tell
Because this whole rhyme is a pretty hard sell.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
Wishin' and Hopin'
It will be at least four months before I have sand in my hair and ocean breezes lightly wafting on my skin. I have to wait what seems like an eternity before I am tossed about by rhythmic waves. It sure doesn't stop me from wishin'.
It has been many months since my toes have looked like this. It will probably be about four more months before they look this way again. Since I hate for anyone to touch my feet, I am on my own. This look presented to you by the combined efforts of Lipstick, Sally Hansen super-duper strong cuticle remover, and the hottest shower I've ever taken. I am really hopin' that works again (oh, and also that I can find those Eliza B flip flops too).
I hope y'all have a fabulous weekend.
Regarding the previous post...
What local commercials have you grown up with and loved? I lost a follower (boo hoo sniff sniff) and it occurred to me that someone may have taken offense. Actually it is a fun and funny childhood memory of...oh, probably everyone in Shelby and all surrounding counties in the 80s. Hope that makes sense. Now get up close to God.
It has been many months since my toes have looked like this. It will probably be about four more months before they look this way again. Since I hate for anyone to touch my feet, I am on my own. This look presented to you by the combined efforts of Lipstick, Sally Hansen super-duper strong cuticle remover, and the hottest shower I've ever taken. I am really hopin' that works again (oh, and also that I can find those Eliza B flip flops too).
I hope y'all have a fabulous weekend.
Regarding the previous post...
What local commercials have you grown up with and loved? I lost a follower (boo hoo sniff sniff) and it occurred to me that someone may have taken offense. Actually it is a fun and funny childhood memory of...oh, probably everyone in Shelby and all surrounding counties in the 80s. Hope that makes sense. Now get up close to God.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Smokin' Da Pipe
Enjoy the best (or at least the most quotable) local commercial Memphis has ever had to offer. Makes me want a burger from Ernestine and Hazel's.
ETA: So this may seem a bit random which wouldn't be altogether unusual, but after Shaun White's stunning, mindbendingly amazing run the other night I was saying thank-yous for DVR technology while I watched over and over and...well, you get the point. I'm not sure if some announcer said it or if it was just the sport announcer mixed in with my inner monologue who said, "the pipe is smokin'" which immediately reminded me of this commercial from my childhood, adolescence, and teenage years. Because seriously I think it ran on Memphis television that long.
ETA: So this may seem a bit random which wouldn't be altogether unusual, but after Shaun White's stunning, mindbendingly amazing run the other night I was saying thank-yous for DVR technology while I watched over and over and...well, you get the point. I'm not sure if some announcer said it or if it was just the sport announcer mixed in with my inner monologue who said, "the pipe is smokin'" which immediately reminded me of this commercial from my childhood, adolescence, and teenage years. Because seriously I think it ran on Memphis television that long.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Triple Toe Loop
Well, the Olympics are back. Please don't think I am terribly unsophisticated, but I really prefer the Winter X Games. Especially men's snowboarding. I could watch Shaun White defy gravity all day long.
Even the clothes aren't obnoxious. They seem utilitarian, warm, protective.
Men's figure skating is also incredibly difficult and undeniably gravity defying. Then why, oh why must we watch that display of athleticism while simultaneously stomaching sequins, ruffles, and that weird, stretchy flesh colored fabric? Take this for example:
It sort of makes me squirmy, and not in a good way. I'm just sayin'.
Even the clothes aren't obnoxious. They seem utilitarian, warm, protective.
Men's figure skating is also incredibly difficult and undeniably gravity defying. Then why, oh why must we watch that display of athleticism while simultaneously stomaching sequins, ruffles, and that weird, stretchy flesh colored fabric? Take this for example:
It sort of makes me squirmy, and not in a good way. I'm just sayin'.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Party Like It's 1996
My sorority reunion on Saturday was nothing short of amazing. I left home at 9:30 (a.m.) and got home at 2 (a.m.) and it was only a two hour drive from home. It's so hard to leave dear friends from long ago, especially when conversation picks up as if only a week or so had passed.
Right now after work and the grocery and supper and baths, I feel like I need toothpicks just to keep my eyelids open. The only thing is that it feels like my eyelids are made of steel reinforced concrete.
I miss you all, my dear blog friends and I respectfully ask for your patience; I can't wait to visit you tomorrow. Goodnight, y'all.
Right now after work and the grocery and supper and baths, I feel like I need toothpicks just to keep my eyelids open. The only thing is that it feels like my eyelids are made of steel reinforced concrete.
I miss you all, my dear blog friends and I respectfully ask for your patience; I can't wait to visit you tomorrow. Goodnight, y'all.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Old School
Today I am going to a sorority reunion. It will be an all-day sort of event which means Mr. Lipstick will be hosting an all-day babysitting event. I can't wait to see these girls...excuse me, these women. So many of us haven't seen each other since much past college and probably wouldn't be in contact now were it not for the magic of Facebook. I was initiated 17 years ago, and it occurred to me that the new initiates are probably 18ish. That seems thoroughly impossible to me since in my mind I just left college like five years ago but in that five years I have been...married for twelve yearsANDpracticing pharmacy for seven yearsANDhad two kids. I sort of have a screwed up of sense of time though and anyone who knows me IRL...well, my goodness, I am just sorry. I did find my watch though. Baby steps.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
I Need Some Tape
Have you gotten used to writing "2010" yet? Are you calling it "Twenty ten" or "Two thousand ten"? I say the latter because the former is just too weird to me. I don't know why. It just is.
By the way, how are your resolutions coming along? Losing weight...exercising...praying...eating healthy...listening to more rap music? I posted my list of resolutions here.
Some of my resolutions are not coming along so well. Take the one about not spilling stuff. Last year (and every year before that) I tended to make big messes doing small things. And you know what, I am still doing that. I am not sure how to fix that. I am inherently clumsy so maybe I should just move on to other things.
Things like...remembering stuff. I have to report that is not going as planned either. We remodeled at work and a cabinet that used to house a trash can is now a hidden area for purses and personal belongings. My super-cool At Work Friend commented to me one day that someone kept throwing trash and gum on top of her purse. Since I have an amazing poker face, I turned bright red, burst into fits of silent laughter, and bent over as if I had abdominal cramps. She had to post this sign
as a reminder to...well, me because no one else was throwing their gum at her Kate Spade.
Now maybe I can shift the blame of this absent-mindedness on my busy life. That sounds pretty good, right? Tonight JBB and I did his kindergarten reading and looked at his handwriting papers and then we began working on his Valentine box. Admittedly we are last minute doing the box because we have spent the last couple of nights working on handwriting (with much success, I might add).
So tonight we tackled The Valentine Box which is a shoebox designed to hold all the Valentine cards that each child receives. Of course, we have to wrap the box because JBB can't exactly put his Valentines in a box that says Black Patent Euro size 37 which led me to think...WHAT IS IT with kindergarten and all this wrapping of boxes?!?! I love his school, etc and blah, blah but this is our second box wrapping venture which is two too many for me. Now please tell me we are not the only ones.
Of course, we began wrapping and what do you know...the Scotch tape dispenser is in the drawer and it is EMPTY! I did not contribute to this foolishness. I suspect the two small humans that I feed, clothe, and adore because they have an ungodly affinity for anything with adhesive. I attempted to keep my maternal explosion to a minimum. I apologized to JBB and he said, "for what?" so I think I did ok. I eventually texted Mr. Lipstick who said he had some Scotch tape. Well, who knew. Not me. By now I'm just dying to blog and take a break from that cursed shoe box anyway.
By the way, how are your resolutions coming along? Losing weight...exercising...praying...eating healthy...listening to more rap music? I posted my list of resolutions here.
Some of my resolutions are not coming along so well. Take the one about not spilling stuff. Last year (and every year before that) I tended to make big messes doing small things. And you know what, I am still doing that. I am not sure how to fix that. I am inherently clumsy so maybe I should just move on to other things.
Things like...remembering stuff. I have to report that is not going as planned either. We remodeled at work and a cabinet that used to house a trash can is now a hidden area for purses and personal belongings. My super-cool At Work Friend commented to me one day that someone kept throwing trash and gum on top of her purse. Since I have an amazing poker face, I turned bright red, burst into fits of silent laughter, and bent over as if I had abdominal cramps. She had to post this sign
as a reminder to...well, me because no one else was throwing their gum at her Kate Spade.
Now maybe I can shift the blame of this absent-mindedness on my busy life. That sounds pretty good, right? Tonight JBB and I did his kindergarten reading and looked at his handwriting papers and then we began working on his Valentine box. Admittedly we are last minute doing the box because we have spent the last couple of nights working on handwriting (with much success, I might add).
So tonight we tackled The Valentine Box which is a shoebox designed to hold all the Valentine cards that each child receives. Of course, we have to wrap the box because JBB can't exactly put his Valentines in a box that says Black Patent Euro size 37 which led me to think...WHAT IS IT with kindergarten and all this wrapping of boxes?!?! I love his school, etc and blah, blah but this is our second box wrapping venture which is two too many for me. Now please tell me we are not the only ones.
Of course, we began wrapping and what do you know...the Scotch tape dispenser is in the drawer and it is EMPTY! I did not contribute to this foolishness. I suspect the two small humans that I feed, clothe, and adore because they have an ungodly affinity for anything with adhesive. I attempted to keep my maternal explosion to a minimum. I apologized to JBB and he said, "for what?" so I think I did ok. I eventually texted Mr. Lipstick who said he had some Scotch tape. Well, who knew. Not me. By now I'm just dying to blog and take a break from that cursed shoe box anyway.
Monday, February 08, 2010
Oh, When the Saints Go Marching In
JBB wore this.
I even wore this (and it was crazy hard to take this picture too in my blog photo studio...er, bathroom. Fashion Herald, I don't know how you do it.)
They were not so much good luck charms.
We attended a party with our church friends. Oddly we were just about the only Colts fans. Most everyone was either cheering for the Saints or were team-neutral. One man (Saints fan) even made the comment, "oh no, did Peyton just get his jersey dirty?". I thought that was pretty funny. After all, in the world of football, Peyton Manning is a demigod. You can't watch a game without hearing someone (or many someones) say, "and that is the brilliance of Peyton Manning." We are huge Peyton fans too.
Last night, of course, was Drew Brees' night. We held out hope. Even after the momentum of the interception and 74 yard touchdown. Was that the longest touchdown run in Super Bowl history? I missed what the announcer said. I was having to quell JBB's mini-meltdown. Even until the Colts last possession of the ball and despite the look of sheer nausea on Peyton's face, I was holding out hope for some kind of touchdown/on side kick/possession/another touchdown/sheer nonsense rift in the continuum of time and space. Since none of that happened, I felt like someone kicked me right in the middle of my blue jersey.
Until I saw this.
As a football fan, it is impossible not to enjoy that kind of moment. Impossible not to be happy for a team that has just won their first Super Bowl ever. Even I had to concede a quiet Geaux Saints.
I even wore this (and it was crazy hard to take this picture too in my blog photo studio...er, bathroom. Fashion Herald, I don't know how you do it.)
They were not so much good luck charms.
We attended a party with our church friends. Oddly we were just about the only Colts fans. Most everyone was either cheering for the Saints or were team-neutral. One man (Saints fan) even made the comment, "oh no, did Peyton just get his jersey dirty?". I thought that was pretty funny. After all, in the world of football, Peyton Manning is a demigod. You can't watch a game without hearing someone (or many someones) say, "and that is the brilliance of Peyton Manning." We are huge Peyton fans too.
Last night, of course, was Drew Brees' night. We held out hope. Even after the momentum of the interception and 74 yard touchdown. Was that the longest touchdown run in Super Bowl history? I missed what the announcer said. I was having to quell JBB's mini-meltdown. Even until the Colts last possession of the ball and despite the look of sheer nausea on Peyton's face, I was holding out hope for some kind of touchdown/on side kick/possession/another touchdown/sheer nonsense rift in the continuum of time and space. Since none of that happened, I felt like someone kicked me right in the middle of my blue jersey.
Until I saw this.
As a football fan, it is impossible not to enjoy that kind of moment. Impossible not to be happy for a team that has just won their first Super Bowl ever. Even I had to concede a quiet Geaux Saints.
Thursday, February 04, 2010
I Feel Like I Live in New Jersey and I Found out that Tomorrow Is Friday
Mr. Lipstick is from New Jersey and a few years ago we traveled to the homeland for a wedding. It was in January and it was freezing. Nevertheless I heard and saw some delightful things. First I have to tell that I just love, love a Northern accent. Everyone up there has one. It was great.
The other thing that absolutely amazed me was the snow. There wasn't a lot of it particularly, but it just didn't go away. I remember in the medians of the roads there were patches of snow, little bits here and there that just refused to melt. I remember thinking that was so odd. Down South Snow makes a very grand entrance and a very rapid exit. Like royalty. Or a rock star.
We got snow on Friday and guess what? We still have it! Oh, it's not everywhere, of course. The roads are fine and life is back to normal, but there are plenty of random patches of remnant snow that are clinging to existence, stubbornly remaining frozen through 43 degrees, hidden from sunlight, and seemingly impervious to tonight's rainfall. It is like New Jersey and it is wonderful. Mr. Lipstick just came in here and he still sounds a little bit Northern despite 12 years of being married to me. Ahhh....isn't life grand?
In other news this has been a busy week and in typical fashion it has been a bit hazy, with one day blending into the next. Today I was genuinely shocked to find out that tomorrow is Friday. Now that's just crazy. And for someone who has never, ever done anything crazy or disorganized, it is also a bit unsettling. Have a fabulous Friday everyone, because it really is here.
The other thing that absolutely amazed me was the snow. There wasn't a lot of it particularly, but it just didn't go away. I remember in the medians of the roads there were patches of snow, little bits here and there that just refused to melt. I remember thinking that was so odd. Down South Snow makes a very grand entrance and a very rapid exit. Like royalty. Or a rock star.
We got snow on Friday and guess what? We still have it! Oh, it's not everywhere, of course. The roads are fine and life is back to normal, but there are plenty of random patches of remnant snow that are clinging to existence, stubbornly remaining frozen through 43 degrees, hidden from sunlight, and seemingly impervious to tonight's rainfall. It is like New Jersey and it is wonderful. Mr. Lipstick just came in here and he still sounds a little bit Northern despite 12 years of being married to me. Ahhh....isn't life grand?
In other news this has been a busy week and in typical fashion it has been a bit hazy, with one day blending into the next. Today I was genuinely shocked to find out that tomorrow is Friday. Now that's just crazy. And for someone who has never, ever done anything crazy or disorganized, it is also a bit unsettling. Have a fabulous Friday everyone, because it really is here.
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