Wednesdays!

Hello world!  Or hello eight people who viewed my blog today, for when you stop back by!  This is a quick hello.  I’m heading off to Wednesday night church, bad attitude and all.  This is honesty, folks.  BAD ATTITUDE!  I have one!  I want to go put my jammies on and kick back with a good book.  But this attitude needs church!  This attitude needs Jesus!

I’ve worked as if my performance review was next week; you know, super long days.  Combine that with Daylight Savings Time and you have one tired looking 42-year-old.  I look 42 today, unlike every other day.  As a matter of fact someone (a male) at work told me that I looked “ehspecially (emphasis on the “eh”) tarred” today.  I guess he meant I looked tired.  Love the accent here.  I really do.

I’m hoping to get some time to write about a very cool book that I’m reading, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society. Soon.  God Bless!

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Lost

I’ll admit it.  I’m hooked…midway through the LAST SEASON!  I have horrible timing!  I watch very few television shows faithfully. I don’t know if “few” is an appropriate word.  Faithfully, I watch Lost, that’s it.   I started watching this show during the first season.  Who can pass up looking over at a car wreck…plane wreck, that is.  But somewhere during the second season, I LOST interest!  Then at the end of last season, something beckoned…maybe it was the time travel.  I love a good story!

I’ve done my best to catch up and be a good fan.  So that’s what I’m doing tonight!  Get Lost!

Three Generations Under One Small Roof

Less than six months ago, we added one more generation to the two in our household.  My mother moved in.  This was no simple change.  My husband, son, mother and I were all grieving.  My father had succumbed to cancer after a seven-year battle.  Five days before my dad died, my mother-in-law died of a sudden massive stroke.  One death was a blow, two deaths just took us out of the game completely.  Someday I will write more about that week in September.  Not yet.

Fast forward to present-day.  The four of us live comfortably in our home.  My husband no longer walks around the house in his boxers, though my son is not deterred.   He and his boxers are all over the house.   We have settled into a rhythm.  My mother, a lively 75-year-old woman, does dishes, empties the trash, and washes my son’s clothes.  My teenager is LOVING this.  He has avoided chores for months.  But this week is spring break and Grandma is on vacation.  Not literally.  She’s still here, but the only dirty dishes she’s touching are her own and she’s NOT cleaning them.  The sink is piled high after one day without Grandma at the faucet.  What did we do before she moved in?  I can’t remember!

Alice In Wonderland

The three of us went to see Alice In Wonderland the day after it opened.  I’m not sure what I expected.  I know that I’m not particularly fond of 3-D movies (I hate wearing those glasses).  And to be sure, I thought they would really pull out all the 3D tricks. I was surprised at the end, wondering why I even bothered to see the 3D version.  There were  a few interesting 3D moments, but this was no Avatar.  The movie was ok.  That’s it.  Just ok.  Three stars out of five.  Johnny Depp‘s character was more weird than mad.  I think the orange wig and the freaky contacts were a bit too much for me.  I liked Alice-the character, but I think they focused so much energy on the look of the movie that it lacked substance.  Alice lacked motivation.  I don’t want to give it all away to those that are waiting for the crowds to die down to go and see it.  And the ending didn’t work for me.  So, to sum it up, lot’s of pretty colors, but not much story to this movie.

Hello world!

I do not take compliments well.  Particularly when I’ve recently been told something that, in my mind, cancels out that compliment.  Honestly, I didn’t know what to say when one of our younger friends said to me, “Wow, you don’t look 42!”  What a great compliment you might think, right?  Well, temptation was tickling my tongue and I did all I could to hold it still.  My mind works on a completely different level, racing with sarcastic responses, “What, do I look older?  Or do I just look  41, 40?”  I think it’s the bitter 42 year old coming out in me!  Haha!

My super sweet young friend meant it as a sincere compliment, so I forced my mouth to form the words, “Well, thanks!”  And swiftly walked away before I could “one up” even my trash-talking teen.  This poor woman didn’t have a chance.  She could have told me that I radiated beauty and I would have been suspicious.   It wasn’t what she said, how she said it, or who she is.  It was all me, me and my bad day.  You see, I made a mistake.  I got my hair cut.  I’m usually one of those keep-your-hair-the-same-forever-and-ever type of people.  But I took a chance with a great stylist!  I had it cut into a modified bob, lopping at least 4 inches off my coif, and I did it several days before Mrs. Obama showed up with her new bob, so no, I wasn’t copying her.  It’s really cute.  The color, simply wonderful.   I loved it!  My husband said it was adorable.  My stylist is the bomb!  And then I received a little more feedback; according to several other people, my new style was entirely “age appropriate.”  One person even said this with a sigh, as if he was a bit relieved that I finally had hair to match my age.  Ugh.  Seriously?  I’m the 42-year-old woman who has read the Twilight Series three times.  Age appropriate was not what I was going for!  So, I’m on a mission to grow it back out and try to pretend that I’m younger than my 42 years.  Go on, say it, I know what you are thinking.  I care too much about what others think.  And YOU BETCHA! DING DING DING!  WE HAVE A WINNER! I have other, bigger flaws to deal with before I begin to fix that one!  So, yes, I care!  Age appropriate! When a woman has reached that critical age of 40-something, the age appropriate tag is a bit much to swallow.   So what do I do to get this hair to grow fast?

I have another reason to be concerned about my age.  I robbed the cradle.  Ok, I’m not Demi Moore, but he’s 2 years younger than I am technically and probably 10 years younger than I am in hip-ness.  Seriously.  He’s a musician who’s still cute and losing weight because all he does is choke down protein all day long, eschewing even the idea of carbohydrates.  I try to tell him that he should let loose every once in a while.  Have a little rice, a little bread…mashed potatoes?  I’m not trying to make him fail, just slow him down!  He’s hip, cute, thinning (in a good way–he still has all of his hair!) and musically inclined.  I can NOT keep up with this man.  The only person who does not recognize my husband’s coolness is our 16-year-old son.  Thank goodness someone appreciates the mom with the age appropriate hairstyle!

So here I sit, drinking my Crystal Light Peach Tea (and no, I don’t have any sponsors, so that’s what I’m really drinking), trying to get this first post done before my young, hip husband and my 16-year-old get home.  They know I’m blogging, but I hate people looking over my shoulder as I type.  The weather is absolutely beautiful where I live in East Texas.  It’s about 65 degrees with a light breeze and sunny.  This part of Texas usually has nine months of summer, one month of fall, six weeks of winter (usually a rather pathetic 40 degree average winter), and two weeks of spring.  I’m not kidding.  This year has been rather unusual.  This winter lasted longer than any winter I’ve experienced in East Texas and it was cold!  We even had ten inches of snow!  I’ve included a picture of our snowman, Mr. Global Warming, below.  Now, it looks like we may get a whole month or more of spring!  Break out the Zyrtec!  I love the Texas wildflowers that bloom everywhere, but my eyes, skin, and nose do not.  I will medicate them into submission.

I’m trying to decide what I really want to do with this blog.  I mean, why do people BLOG?  I haven’t really figured it out.  So this will be a bit of a journey for me.  I’m not exactly the self-absorbed type, so while I will be writing about me, I won’t enjoy it!  HA!  I think I’ll tell you a little about my life, my family, my friends, my work (that’s going to be tricky, so maybe I won’t tell you about work), and the things we enjoy. Thanks for reading…