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I can't believe it. It is finally here. I have ten glorious days away from work. I think I need it. A few nights ago I dreamed I was talking to a patient about his medicine and not just any medicine...oh no, it was Crestor 20 mg and Lisinopril/Hct 20/12.5 mg. Yes, the dosages were a part of my dream and yes, that is crazy.

So, back to my ten days off. I have decided to take ten days away from the computer too. I may just forget how to type. Mostly though, I think it will be a rejuvenating break. For this internet addict it may be downright impossible, but I am going to give it a try. I hope all is well for you, dear readers, and I'll see y'all later.
xoxo

That Ain't Right

but I laughed real hard anyway.

Where else could this treasure be found but People of Wal-Mart?

That site is positively addicting. I would call it a guilty pleasure, but I can't seem to feel guilty about it. I don't really feel guilty about things in general, but I digress.

How was your Tuesday? Mine was seriously mediocre. Went to the gas station, had a tummy ache, and even the kids were grouchy at each other. Bleh. Maybe tomorrow will be better. Wednesdays are known for their sparkling fabulousness.

Here's something nice though. Have you heard "Every Subway Car" by Barenaked Ladies and Erin McCarley? It's great. Check it out.

And for one final giggle courtesy of the good folks over at FAIL Blog...especially since I am such a fan of Justin Bieber.


Here's hoping for a happy Wednesday, y'all. xoxo

Regarding Mr. Lipstick

You know, I don't do a lot of stuff. That is, the sort of stuff that requires talent. I don't sing (like Mr. Lipstick), I can't build anything out of any material (like Mr. Lipstick), and I have absolutely no innate sense of direction (like...ahem, Mr. Lipstick).

Of course, I haven't any practice at being a good father. Thank goodness Mr. Lipstick can do that too. He is quick with a hug, a smile, and praise. He's quick with the discipline too...the sort of discipline that garners respect. My favorite thing-well, that has to be that he is quick with a hug, a smile, and praise after that discipline. A "here's why I did what I did," is very soothing when you hear it while wrapped in the strong arms of your adoring father.

I've been in a terrible conundrum this week about what to do for Mr. Lipstick for Father's Day. Especially since I don't do a lot of stuff. I finally decided that among the handmade cards and candy and the lunch that I hopefully won't burn, I would write a love letter of sorts. Actually a suppose it is more of a fan letter...my thoughts on why Mr. Lipstick is a great father. The real love letters will come later, once the days of the handmade cards are long gone.

Happy Father's Day. I love you, Mr. Lipstick.


Mr. Lipstick circa 2003

Like Rats in a Trap

Oh, how I love the online confessional. Secrets, embarrassing moments, and just general goofiness are meant to be shared among you and me and the itty, bitty internet. Well, y'all I am here to tell you that I am hooked on a show about a man who chases rats, bats, and roaches. In Louisiana.

Billy the Exterminator on A&E invaded my home innocently enough. Somehow JBB saw this show and apparently six year old boys really love to watch people squash bugs and trap snakes. Hmmm...makes sense, right?

Here's Billy.

Billy Bretherton is a former Army sergeant who is also an entomologist (trivia: I wanted to be an entomologist in 5th grade...whatever). He runs Vexcon, a novel pest control company in Louisiana. They handle any type of "pest" and relocate the animals that they remove. It's a family business and of course, the family is zany and so is Billy. Even the New York Times is charmed by Billy.

The only negative thing to this whole Billy obsession situation is that JBB thinks we have bugs all over our house and that we are in desperate need of Vexcon's services. Last week he mistook the rinse cycle on the washing machine for the swishing of a snake's tail. Any spider-like creature is immediately identified as a brown recluse. JBB visited Mommy and Daddy Lipstick last week and he informed them that they have a full-blown brown recluse infestation. I think he found a cob-web behind the couch.

Regarding this show...exercise caution. The biggest danger to Billy the Exterminator is not getting grossed out by the critters, it is getting addicted to this show and then having to admit it to yourself, or worse yet, having to admit it to other people...unless, of course, you tell everybody everything on the internet. Then just have fun.

Heh Heh

From the always fabulous Demotivators...

Procrastination: Hard work often pays off after time, but laziness always pays off now.

Hmmm...so that is why I always default to the couch and the tv rather than the laundry room...

Oh Positive and A Negative

HBO really is fabulous. Mr. Lipstick and I were desperately poor students at the beginning of Sex and the City mania so we missed all of that. Everyone raved about it though, especially those Golden Globe folks. We missed the beginning of Entourage and The Sopranos, but thanks to the wonderfully magical magic of DVR, we caught up on all of that.

Then along came True Blood and oh my goodness, I have never loved a show like this one. In what universe is it acceptable to wait over eight months between seasons? Hmmm...that would be Bon Temps, Louisiana. I have to admit that I am a sucker for most things vampire. I tried that Vampire Diaries show, but it is just a bit too...how shall I say, G-rated, after the juicy goodness of True Blood.

Despite my...sigh...love, I have to say though that the first episode seemed slow and oddly erratic as well. Maybe it's just the nature of the catch-up show. Sam was meandering around and so was Andy; Tara was stumbling around and so was Bill; Sookie was frantic and so was Jessica; Jason was a mess and so was Hoyt; and I don't yet get the werewolves. And Eric...oh, Eric. Let's pause for a picture.

Now where was I? Sorry I was distracted by my idle ogling. I think I was going to say something about how it's weird that the vampire queen (played by worst-actress-in-the-world Evan Rachel Wood) is manipulating him, but I suppose it doesn't really matter because I am just ecstatic that he will be in the show more. A lot more. Squeal! Notice also that despite the black wifebeater Eric (played by Alex Skaarsgard) looks delightfully dangerous, and downright sublime. Love him.

Thank goodness this show comes on next week. I am totally obsessed.

You Know How Sometimes You Can't Think of a Title...

but you don't want to call it "Untitled" because that would sound pretentious and also like some big painting by a featured artist? Hmmm...you don't know how that is. Well, uh...anyway. I have been MISSING Y'ALL. I have been spending a paltry amount of time with my dear blogger friends. Here's a little love note. It is written in lipstick. Did you expect anything else?

Admittedly I look like a big goober standing in the corner (in my gown...uh huh), but it was the only way to avoid the flash. By the way, it was fun to bring the word "goober" back from the 80s. Also, all that lipstick came right off with a bunch of Windex so I am now a big advocate of writing stuff on the bathroom mirror in red lipstick. Love notes, to-do lists, whatever. It's all good.

And now the deepest expression of gratitude to those dear readers who have left comments on my recent posts. Seeing your comments has been a beautiful highlight among the stresses of the past couple of weeks. It feels wonderfully cozy to return to Lipstick-land.

Regarding life's stresses...
You know how sometimes there are distractions or exhaustions or interruptions that prevent you from having the time or energy to adore the people that you adore. Sometimes it's hard to express the love that fills you or the attention that is brimming beneath the surface of the swamp that has become your mind. You know how that is? Ahh...so I am not alone.

So maybe you don't know how that is. You really don't? Dear friend, you are most fortunate and I am grateful for you.

Gentle readers, thank you for remaining. Hugs and of course, kisses with lipstick.