Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Too Many Thoughts--Must Organize

I have had so many thoughts going through my mind lately, I thought I had better organize them for my own relief, as well as your viewing pleasure.
  • I need to leave town. It is going to happen soon, but it's like waiting for Christmas. The closer I get to the actual date, the slower time moves and the more anxious I get. Nothing else I do matters until I can get into the car and drive away.
  • Chrismas is exactly six months from today! Can I make a count-down chain yet?
  • Facial hair: disgusting. And I don't just mean on women. I admit I do have one "man hair" that grows on my neck like a disease--I pluck it every two weeks and for special occasions. But yesterday Charming came into the family room while I was minding my own business and shocked me with his new goatee (sp?). (This man can grow a full beard in an afternoon, so arranging one of these on his face is a snap for him.) He wanted to keep growing it out the rest of the week, but I think he knows he won't be getting any snogging done until the thing is gone. I have thought much on this topic since last night, and I have waxed eloquent in my philosophies; but I have come to the conclusion that I should not share my ideas about facial hair--more specifically goatees--in this blog. I would not wish to offend my more hairy readers, so that is all I will say. If however, you desire to know my thoughts on the subject, let me know and we can discuss it over lunch (or whatever).
  • I like my new reading glasses. I think they make me look intellectual and hott all at once. And they help me to see better.
  • My children may be suicidal. They are constantly climbing on natually tipsy things, or running with sharp objects. As of late they have taken up not eating. I don't know what they see in it--if I was going to die by food I would rather go the high cholesterol route rather than starvation.
  • It is impossible to keep a toddler's hair from becoming staticy.
  • We should all be more kind to sweet young girls. And I mean from ages 1-17. Ages 12-15 are the most bumpy years in my opinion, and these are the years for real confidence to be formed. Many a young girl's self-image is fragile and easily destroyed--so if you have the opportunity to encourage and build, please do this--rathering than mocking or belittling. You never know how deeply your comments and criticisms may hurt. Give these girls a chance to prove themselves. They are just starting to spread their wings, and they may surprise you with their abilities.
  • I think I am doing a relatively good job of not thinking about anything "Twilight" as of late. But then again, here I am discussing it in this post, so maybe not.
  • If I could go back to any place in time and live out a fantasy, at this moment I would chose the late 1700's/American Revolutionary War/French Revolution period. This is mainly because their clothes were fantastic and I love the big hair. I'd also like to try some powder in my hair, or maybe a wig. I guess I just want to be Cinderella from Slipper and the Rose. Oh, and it would be fun to see Charming in tight breeches.
  • It's amazing how much a three-year-old can learn from watching tv. The American Academy of Pediatrics has no idea what they're talking about.
  • Apparently spray-on sunscreen makes plastic (and thus those little hair-elasticy thingies) disintegrate.
  • Peanut butter is single-handedly destroying my carefully-crafted diet. There is way too much of it in the house, but I can't throw it out because it is one of the only things that will make the children go off their hunger strike.
  • I would like to say a few things about weddings, marriages, and such--but I cannot. It has all been on my mind so much, but this is not the place for that kind of expression.

Thank you so much for reading my list. It feels good to get it organized so that I can see what may be causing my occasional insanity etc.

That is all.

4 comments:

Katie said...

You're not a facial hair lover?! I am. But I guess I grew up with my dad always having a mustache, beard or a goatee at all times. Adam can grow it like crazy too, but I have to admit, I do like an occasional smooth baby face.
Oh and I want to join you in the late 1700's okay? I'm all about the cool clothes and big hair.
So when exactly are you coming to Utah?

Heidi and Matt said...

I am so with you on the facial hair thing. It is especially disgusting when I am at work and little old ladies ask me to pluck their beards. Yuck! Have you no shame???

Oh, and as soon as I got home from the park, Sadie's ponies fell out, and I had sprayed on the sunscreen. You are so smart! That must be it!

I hear you on gettin out of town! Only a few more days!!!

Shelley said...

I just have to say that this whole post made me laugh. I love your totally random thoughts -- you crack me up girl!

HRH said...

Highly enlightening. Can't wait to see you! Call!