Wednesday, February 25, 2009
How many of you have nice things? You want me to define "nice things"? Well, it could be a nice painting, a big screen television, jewelry, furniture, etc. etc. Get the picture?
How many of you have house or renter's insurance? Please, don't tell me if you don't. Seriously. Take your butt out and get some immediately!!! Lord, it makes my heart beat all funny at the thought of someone not having renter's or house insurance.
When I teach Compass, I cover this topic briefly. Some of the ladies who attend are young and just starting their lives. This is a topic not normally thought about. I ask them could they guess what it would cost to replace everything in their home if it were destroyed? Could you? Think about it for a second. Salt and Pepper shakers don't magically appear. You buy them and forget about it. Dishes and silverware are another. Bedroom furniture. A chair to sit on. Don't even get started on the clothes! It gives them food for thought and I beg them to make sure they have insurance to cover such a thing.
Things happen. I can think of two families right now who's homes burned down and they lost everything. I know one of them didn't have insurance. What devastation that was. It makes me want to cry just thinking about it.
Let's say you got that insurance so Miss Hope feels all better. What now?
You need to know what you have!!! You need documentation, Internets!
In today's technology, the ability to keep tabs on what you have is so very easy. If you have a camera on your cell phone, start taking pictures. Did you know you can send pictures to your email address like you would a text message? You sure can. I do it all the time and save it to my computer. YET, I keep all those pictures in my email box as an extra safety precaution. Computers can crash. You will be able to access your email from anywhere. If you need to? Make an email address just for this. It is just so simple! If you have a regular camera? Pop that SD card in and load them to your computer. Email them to yourself!
I can not lie. Until yesterday, I had not practised what I preached. I had been meaning to take those pictures and get it out of the way. I know! How stupid of me! Living in Hurricane Alley should have made me more diligent with this stuff. It took me about an hour to take pictures with my cell phone and send them to my email. I took pictures of the computers, television, my Tiffany lamp, serial numbers on television and computers. I took pictures of my Cadillac washer and dryer! I'd surely want those bad boys replaced with equal machines. I have a Charleston print that is very special to me, plus the HUGE magnolia picture over my couch. I haven't done my jewelry yet, but that's coming. I felt such a relief when that was done because it's just so important. I am going to be 38 (gasp!) this year. I've had a little time to get a few nice things since I left home at age 19. I don't have a house full, but there are some I'd hate to pay to replace.
You owe it to yourself to do this small thing. Who cares if the house isn't clean or straight? If something happens and you need to prove what you had? That mess showing in the picture might have something else you can count!
Can't you just see my enthusiasm here? There is no excuse for you not to do this.
Mercy, almost forgot! Be sure to take pictures of your gaming systems. We keep our games in a drawer under the television. I opened the drawer and snapped a quick picture to prove we had games. While some insurances will cut a check and be done, some others will want proof of certain things. Why not just be safe about it?
There's my freely offered advice on a big Wednesday morning. It may not be worth much to some and priceless to others.
If you have any other tips/advice concerning this, please add! I love good advice that will help me out in the long run.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
There is nothing better for a 4 year old than parents beside you and a plate full of sweets. Heck, who am I kidding. That would be wonderful for this 37 year old, too.
I went with Makenna to City Hall on a field trip with her Challenge class. When I found out she was going, I asked if I could tag along and should she dress up? Her teacher welcomed me and said that dressing up was a great idea! She sent out the reminder email to all the parents and suggested that dressing up would be great if possible. Apparently, it wasn't possible for the majority. I was glad that I had encouraged Makenna to put her best foot forward. We had a great time as we met the mayor, clerk of court, town attorney, city manager, police chief, and others. We had a City Council meeting where the kids took sides and argued their point. After breaking for lunch...what? This was an all day trip? No one told me that??? ~sigh~ Back again after lunch for a mock trial. We had a large time and I am in awe of how this teacher had it all thought out and the kids were able to get the most out of the experience.
This is during the mock trial. We were pressed for time so the teacher took over the cross examination. There was 100% participation of all students. Even the parent tag-alongs (that would be me and another parent) were the jury. Fun!! Kudos to Mrs. M. for pulling off the coolest field trip.
This is my kid. My girl. My NJROTC cadet. We were heading to the Mardi Gras parade downtown so she could show off some serious marching skills.
I may have to frame this one. She was all business, Internets! We (the parade group) tried to make her smile by shouting her name but she kept it straight and narrow. I just want to bust when I see this picture I'm so proud of her! (Picture courtesy of Lee-Ann. She has a much better camera and just caught the perfect shot!)
What a week we had! This is why I blog, Internets. If you get pleasure from reading about The Edge, I'm thrilled. I do this for my family. So, they will know just how much I love them and are so proud of them! That, and I hate scrapbooking. Now, I get to sit and enjoy the day because base drills are going on (no violating rules here since it's been known to the public for weeks). I am going nowhere near the base as it will be locked down at some point today so no one can get on or off of it. Far be it from me to get stuck and not be able to leave! Besides, the truck is dirty on the inside and they're doing vehicle inspections. Time consuming and embarrassing if the guards see all the trash you forgot to get. Go on and have a good day, would you?
Sunday, February 22, 2009
I'd like to thank all who responded to my previous post. There have been no resolutions. At all. While I have prayed and thought and wondered...it is time to tell myself I have done what I can do. You offered me so much insight and gave amazing advice. I have chosen to take your advice and just let it be. When the person(s) are ready to communicate...they will. I will go forward in the meantime and be ready when they are.
We've had a crazy week around here. Today is normally our day of worship and going to church. We are unable to do so because The Man is sick, The Boy is adjusting to a new dosage of medication (more on that in a later post), and Makenna twisted her ankle last night at a friend's house. We are one bunch of messed up people! We hate to miss church because it's something we need here as a family and as individuals, but things like this happen at times. (I am totally explaining this because my Mama will be calling and all about us not going to church and I wanted to let her know the deal so she can call concerned and not fussing! I love that woman.)
Let's see what's been going on here. Oh yes! The other day I was doing laundry for this family of five. I have a front loading washer and and top loading dryer. Am I backwards or what? I was leaned over the dryer taking out a load of pastels (pajama bottoms, "personables", play clothes) when I heard a "thunk". Uh oh. That couldn't be good. I found in the bottom of my dryer a makeup stick. One of those chunky pencil ones. Crap. I just knew it was probably electric blue or something like that because it was Paige's. I was scared to examine the clothes I had just taken out. The color on the stick said "clear glitter". I turned my head to look at my clothes and as I moved my head, I could see shimmer. The interior of the stick had melted completely all over our clothes. I had a sea of pastel material with glitter going on. It was right lovely. Yesterday, as I folded the clothes, glitter was everywhere. So, we shall be sparkly for a while! All I know is I am so relieved it was CLEAR and not some crazy funky color. If you locals see me out and about and I sparkle? It's all good.
We all know Goody's is going out of business. That's right sad because they offered a military discount and have some really cute stuff. My friends and I avoided going there until it got to 70-80% off. Neighbor Debbie went and did some re-con on her own to come back and report there was some awesome deals going on. Friday, after running some errands together, Neighbor Debbie, Carla, and myself headed to Goody's to see what it was all about.
We were loving the sales on jewelry and I was able to score some great things for a certain someone who lives here but shall remain nameless because she has a birthday coming up soon-ish.
We discovered they were even selling store fixtures! I gravitated to the clothes racks. See, I hang 90% of our clothes up to dry. Seriously. I have for years. I put towels, jeans, play clothes, and "personables" in the dryer. All shirts and dress pants are hung up. Some may say I'm doing the Green Thing by saving energy. Uh, yeah, sure. I'm saving my clothes from all the wear and tear that I can because I pass my children's clothes on and I want to preserve what we have!
Back to the clothes racks. I saw a small one that I just knew would work in my laundry room. It had wheels and was adjustable. I pushed that rack all over the store with the shirts I had found for Makenna and The Boy (got him some Sunday shirts for next year!). Did I care that I looked like a doofus? Nope. Carla decided she was going to get one of the massive Z-bottom racks. I don't have the space for one but she does in her garage. We both own cheaply made racks that fall over and fall apart on a regular basis. These bad boys we found at Goody's would last for-evah.
We went to check out and I almost fell over when she told me my clothing rack was 6 bucks. What???? I immediately begged Neighbor Debbie to go get another one for me. She was kind enough to do do. Carla was astounded to find that massive Z-bottom to be only 18 bucks. SCORE.
We had a large time figuring out how to get those racks apart and into Neighbor Debbie's Suburban for transport home. We laughed and hooted but managed to get them in and headed home. It was time to get kids from school so we all parted ways. Carla and I spoke a minute and decided that she really needed another Z-bottom. She has room in her garage(where her washer and dryer are) for two. She plans to purchase garment bags to store off season clothes on one.
We had a plan. We picked up kids and headed back to Goody's. She talked me into getting one my own self. Her point? "Hope, you won't always live in base housing and you'll regret it if you don't get one." I was talked into it. We had our kids with us and we looked around again to see if we had missed something. The Boy was riding the Z-bottoms like a scooter and we were having a large time. Good thing I took the Tahoe. Because of that, we knew how to break those racks down for transport and make them fit!
Did I mention the hangers? Oh my. I do love me some good hangers. The sturdy clear plastic ones you get from the store. Since I hang up so many things, hangers are always needed. They had bags and boxes of these hangers on sale for .65. You read that right, 65 cents. I got a bag and a box. I am in hanger heaven. I can't use them all as of yet, but they are ready and waiting when I can! LOVE good hangers!!!!
I am set now. The Man hung a shower rod in my laundry room beside the washer months ago and now I have my empty hangers lined up ready and waiting for me. I have two new racks that won't fall over with clothes hanging on them and I can move them at will. Stuff like this just thrills me! Does this make me cheap? For under 20 bucks, I got some major organization going on for my laundry. (I'm not saying the laundry room is all cleaned up but it's a start, right?)
I'm going to miss that store but am so glad I didn't miss out on some great deals! (My Z-bottom rack is dismantled in our storage room and I know it'll be used one day.)
Earlier this week I was having a conversation with Paige. I had an eyelash under my eye and she was trying to remove it for me. She tried a few times before she was able to finally get it. She said, "Awe, you have soft wrinkly skin like my Nana!" I just looked at her. She paused and burst out laughing and tried to make amends for what she said. It was too late. Damage was done. Face lift anyone? Not to diss my mother, but she IS 23 years (minus two weeks) older than I am. I told Paige she was aging me at a fast rate so it's her fault.
I have a picture post coming up for you in the next couple of days. The Man and I went to a Valentine social on the 13th at the The Boy's class where I managed to get some cute pictures. I went on a field trip with Makenna on Tuesday to City Hall. I remembered to take my camera and the teacher made me the honorary photographer. Paige marched in the Mardi Gras parade downtown yesterday and I managed to get a couple of good pictures of her.
As you can see, I haven't been sitting around or sulking about things. Who has time for that stuff? The Edge is a busy happening place and I don't know of anyone who could live here and have time to sit around much. Won't you come join us for some busy fun?
Saturday, February 21, 2009
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Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Have you ever just been biddy-bopping through life, doing your best, thinking all was well only to run head first into a brick wall?
It seems I've been hitting a few brick walls lately. Apparently, I have hurt some feelings and I really didn't know I had done so. I think it's like I am in Clueless Land and when I realize that something is wrong? Then the ones I've hurt are so very hurt they don't want a blessed thing to do with me.
Then I'm the injured one. I guess some would say by my own hand.
My husband will be quick to tell you that I don't sit and harbor hard feelings. I don't hold anger and pet it and nurture it. If I've done something? I want to talk about it. I want to fix it. I want us to find common ground and go forward. If that man has done something that has hurt my feelings? He doesn't have to guess. I tell it like it is and put it on the table right in front of him. I'd like to think I'm that way with those I hold dear to me.
In the past 48 hours, I've discovered that I have hurt some feelings. Dang. That's the last thing I want to do. Thing is? I'm not allowed to discuss it with the hurt-ee(s) as this person(s) won't acknowledge me. Note: If you ever want to make me pay for what you say I've done? Not talking to me is the worst punishment. You win. I give. UNCLE. The inability to defend myself and/or state my side makes my blood pressure sky rocket. It causes me to lay in bed at night and wonder ....what?.....why? There. I just gave too many people complete power over me right there.
I called Neighbor Debbie earlier to make sure we were cool. Seriously. I haven't really seen or spoken to her in days as life has had us too busy. I had to clarify that if she were to ever get mad at me, let's talk this mess over. Let's get it straight. She's like me in that she, too, doesn't believe in holding hurt inside.
I have made efforts to communicate with the hurt-ee(s). More than once. I can't make them communicate back. How I wish I could wave a magic wand and make it better. How I wish I could just find out exactly what is going on so I can fix mis-communication...clarify what I said/did . If I deserve my sentence, then I just want to know the charges.
Some of you may wonder why on earth I'm putting this here on my blog. Cuz it's my blog. I can't even think about another post when this subject is heavy on my mind. Also, I wear my feelings on my sleeve...and my face. I would never win at poker.
I have an inkling that the person(s) I've hurt may read this. Maybe a public plea for communication will sway them to drop their walls long enough to get this straight.
I try hard to be "good people". Thing is? I'm not perfect. There was only one perfect One and I am no where near His status. I have flaws and I have personality quirks. I just want the chance to fix whatever is wrong.
How do you handle hurt feelings? Do you ignore it? Do you ignore the person who caused it? Do you like to talk about it and get it past you? I'm right curious to know this as I am very obviously not handling this well at all.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Right now? I'm going to get dressed. The Man and I have a date tonight. We won't be feeling guilty a bit for going out to supper since we're eating with the money that was saved with a pair of scissors and time.
My amazing teenager is going to be watching 6 kids tonight so that parents can go out. She's a brave one, my girl.
I leave you with a fitting Valentine from me to you. I thought it appropriate to use a computer mouse as that's how we are related here.
Picture courtesy of Google Images.
Friday, February 13, 2009
The Man and I made the mutual decision for me to be a stay at home Mom. I find that amusing at times because being at home is something I rarely do. Even if I decided to go back out in the work force? At this time there are simply no jobs to be found. I cringe every time I drive by a business that has been forced to close because of our declining economy.
Due to all of this, I have taken up coupon-ing. What a cool game this is! I am still a fledgling learning my way, but I am a quick study and have done some smart shopping thus far. I have been so consumed with finding the best deals on my toiletries and dry goods. I've signed up for big name drugstores so I can receive notice of specials and take my time looking over the sales papers online. While doing that, I make a list and compare it to the coupons I have. It's not a fast process, but worth it in the end.
Some sites show people stockpiling toiletries and dry goods. I'm not quite to that level yet. I have a few "extras" of the toiletries, but that was luck with coupons. Having a teenager makes me focus more on the the extra toiletries, because that sister can go through some shampoo. Whew. It feels like she's always needing razors, shampoo, soap, etc. I know this is par for the course and I want her to be clean. Therefore, I try very hard to keep this habit of hers supplied.
The Man and I have budgeted the household income almost down to the penny. This has been necessary so we don't end up drowning. (Do you know how easy it is to do that?? Drown, that is.) The budget is pretty strict and there have been some good deals that have slipped past me and some amazing coupons that have expired because it just wasn't in the budget for that week/pay period. Getting our taxes back changed that tune just a tad. I decided to head out and replenish our supply of some needed items.
You should have been a fly on the wall. The Man has gotten involved in my Coupon World. Yesterday, he sat and cut coupons out for a little over an hour while I made the list and compared what we needed to what we had on little square pieces of paper. He didn't complain once while I organized and muttered to myself. We ALL went to Wal*art to see what we could do. Paige kept The Boy entertained with some fish viewing for a short while. I think The Man and I were high or something. We knew better than to take our son out when he's coming off of the medication. Especially to THAT store. I finally passed the notebook and pen to him to cross off items and that kept him focused and entertained some. That boy and I went toe to toe and almost had a throw down because I wanted to use a certain coupon for some toothbrushes for him and he wasn't about *those* toothbrushes. Spiderman toothpaste NEEDED a spiderman toothbrush in his mind. I finally thought to myself this really wasn't a battle I had to win and he received his toothbrush. (I totally got the one with the coupon-he'll use it sooner or later and it's green-so I'm not worried.)
The Man and I studied coupons and sales and consulted on the better deal. I've gone so far as to research and look at the different brands of hair product. I don't want to buy one that's not good or good for my hair. I was pleasantly surprised to find that a few of the cheaper brands were reported to do as well as salon expensive brands. I am loving that The Man has no shame of his fist full of coupons. He speaks to those he knows and makes no apologies for saving a dime. It's become a great game to us to see how much we can save. (I even had the sales papers from competing stores -Walgr*ens and C-v-S to see who had the better deal on what.)
At the end of our shopping adventure, The Man, The Boy, and Makenna headed out to the truck since my baby was tired and needing to get away from all the fluorescent stimulation. Paige and I buckled down to see how well we fared. We were sidetracked by a group of three men in front of us. You should have SEEN the buggy full of Valentine stuff these guys had. Somewhere in our town this weekend, there is going to be some happy women and children. I was so tickled to see they had even purchased gift bags and tissue paper.
Our groceries had been added up when I handed the cashier my stack of coupons. Behind me there were 4 women (together) with buggies full of groceries. The cashier hated me. She was making me pull out items to prove that's what I had gotten before ringing in the "buy one-get one free" deals. I didn't falter, Internets. I'd dig out the item to prove I was on top of my game. The women behind me in line watched intently. Beep. Beep. Beep. That cashier kept ringing up that coupon goodness.
I kept grinning. I discreetly turned to the women behind me and held up three fingers then showed the sign for zero to tell them how much I thought I was saving. Then I did a little teeny tiny shoulder dance. They laughed and I don't think they were upset over waiting then. I also kept apologizing for taking so long and they assured me all was fine.
That cashier really disliked me by the time she was finished.
I bid them all a cheery goodnight as Paige and I pushed the buggy out the door.
Paige sighed real big and said that ordeal just wore her out. I commended her for staying true to the mission and reminded her she had goodies in the bags, too.
After all was settled at home, The Man and I sat and figured up what our savings were.
Yeah, baby. That's all coupons right there.
It's on now. We are hooked on finding deals. That thirty seven bucks is enough to take my family out to dinner. I can almost fill up my truck with that. I can work thirty seven bucks, Internet.
Wasn't this the longest story on Earth to tell you about $37.33? I promise not to be this drawn out again. I can't promise I won't blog about finding the good deal occasionally. I consider this good fortune found by work. Nothing wrong with that.
Now I get to go organize a shelf in my bathroom closet so I can open the door, glance up, and feel good about what I see!
Go on and have a good weekend. I'm going to go be green now and recycle some sales papers!
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
This is the bridge we went over to get there. It's not intimidating until you get right to it. Paige has small panic attacks when she realizes we're going to drive over it. The Man loves to get to the top of it and then coast down the other side. Going up it, we only get 9 miles per gallon. Coasting down the other side, the Hoe can get up to around 90 miles per gallon. For some reason, that thrills my husband to no end.
Okay, Class. I'm hoping you can read this. Can you see the statement that made me pause? I answered it and went to the next set and had to pause a second and go back. I started laughing right there in the waiting room as I showed it to the man. I asked him, "Are they for real???" He didn't even blink when I whipped out my cell phone to take a picture to share with you. *Coming back to help those who can't make out the question. It says: "Are you pregnant (women)?" Excuse me? Is there something going on with the male population that I haven't heard???*
This is right before everyone walked in. I wish I had gotten a better view of the mole but I didn't know it wasn't going to be there when we walked out!
This was on the ride home. Note the teeny band aid on her neck. She wasn't mad when I took the picture. She was just ....smooth.
Don't you want to come live at The Edge? There's never a dull moment around here!
Monday, February 09, 2009
I thought this was cute. This stuff is called Pink. Paige got some for Christmas and loves it. Carla gave Makenna her own set and she was thrilled to have something "cool" like her sister. Since Paige was gone to Orlando for the Revolve Tour (Teen Girl Christian thang), she took a picture to send so Paige could see what she got. ~sigh~ This made her age in a blink and head even closer to being a teenager.
At the party store, I found some "gold" candles in a pack of ten! Well, if that wasn't a sign right there. Gold candles. Golden Snitch. Pack of ten. It was perfect, I tell you!
I have another set of pictures concerning one of her birthday gifts that will take up a whole other blog post. I wonder why on earth we get our kids stuff that will make a mess. Sometimes, I think a piece of our brains go missing when we go searching for the perfect gift! Curious yet?
Have a good Monday, Internets. Valentine's Day is rolling up quick! (That's for all the menfolk out there. I heart my menfolk readers and they know I'm looking out for them!)
Friday, February 06, 2009
We love you, Makenna. Your star is bright and so full of promise in a world filled with shadows.
HAPPY 1OTH BIRTHDAY!
Birthday poses should be done with flair, don't you think?
Aunt Lu called before she got out of the door so she could give some Birthday wishes! We were running late this morning and Miss Thang was just sitting and chatting like she had all the Birthday time in the world.
A whole decade. Wow.
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
I can understand the argument about letting a kid win that one battle. As long as they stay away from the drugs, alcohol, and all that could ruin their lives...we should be good. I might have to disagree with that one, but that's just me. Paige was right. I am old school.
Remember back in the 80's, the group Berlin? The chick had blonde hair with black tips on the end? Man, I wanted to do my hair like that so bad. I begged my Mama to let me do that and she flat out refused. Now, I have a daughter who doesn't want subtle colors up in her pretty blonde head. Oh, no. She wants a bright vivid pink. Or blue. Or red. Thank you, LORD, she's in NJROTC and that stuff isn't allowed. I will no longer fuss about that class...it has helped save my sanity.
An update on The Boy, if you don't mind. He finally earned his banana split! Now he's working on five more days of stickers so he can score a trip to the waterfront park to play until he drops. The Man took him after supper Monday night to enjoy his reward. The Son*c was out of bananas. Awe, man. Bless my baby's heart. When The Man asked if a hot fudge sundae would do, and it was discovered that chocolate was involved? Life was good. Makenna scored a ride on this trip. She informed us she NEVER gets in trouble at school. This makes it kind of hard for us. We have to explain to her that, no, she doesn't get in trouble at school. We go on to explain how The Boy has to have incentive with the issues he has. She was finally convinced with what we were saying. Then, my baby spoke up and said he wanted her to go with them. It was just too sweet that he was thinking of her and wanted her to go. So, the three of them sat on the second row of the truck, slurped down some sundaes, and watched a movie. They were hardly gone an hour, but we had two happy babies when they got home. Rewards are so cool!!
We are getting ready to hit the medication highway again. I just don't get it! Why isn't the medication working any more? He's having issues with listening and impulses at school again. We're peeling him off of the ceiling to sit down at the supper table. I honestly believe the kid is related to Superman and has some super hyper metabolism flowing through his veins. We see Doctor M on the meds in a couple of Mondays. This is just so durn frustrating. This medication worked perfectly for a month. We go to South Carolina for Christmas, come back, and it's no good? I just need to understand.
The Man cooked supper last night. I know! I've already been fussed at because I didn't take any pictures. He's a good guy, that man of mine. While we were shopping for groceries, he saw something and wanted to try it. I paused for a moment in the commissary, looked at him, and decided to get real enthusiastic over it. Wouldn't you? I think we Moms/Wives tend to get territorial over things some times. No one can take care of our babies like we can. No one can run our households like WE can. I have groaned and moaned over the food planning responsibilities and here was my husband. Willing to take on a meal. I have learned slowly but surely to just let go a little bit. I encouraged him to take that wheel. It was a good supper. He decided to make some Chicken Marsala. It's not my first choice on the menu, but I truly enjoyed the pasta! A pizza was cooked in case it didn't go over well. Nothing was left over and no one left the table hungry. I hope he will continue to take a meal a pay period. He enjoys cooking and I think it's great he wants to help me do my "duties". I brag that he's my baker. That man loves to whip up something sweet. That's not so great on the hips, since I can't turn down a good sweet. The aisle with all the baking stuff is his favorite aisle in the store.
Miss Rose is on vacation this week. The Boy seems okay with this as she talked with him about it last week. I feel kind of guilty because I'm welcoming the break. Hopefully, he won't lose any progress in the two weeks between sessions. I have to admit, she's done wonders with my kid.
The next two days promise to be a little busier. Tomorrow, Makenna has an appointment with a dermatologist. She has a mole on her neck that I just don't like. This guy is supposed to specialize in pediatrics and such. I'll be feeling it out before I let him touch her neck.
Friday is Makenna's birthday! She's really excited about it. I really don't have anything planned, but you know we'll do something to celebrate...if only on a small scale.
Let's go get a day started, shall we? Lurkers? Keep on commenting!
Monday, February 02, 2009
Moving on to some Monday Talk.....
*The following thoughts and opinions are not reflected by all who reside at The Edge. They are the thoughts and opinions of the author of this blog.
Paige and I have gone rounds over this subject. There has been no winner of the heated debate thus far.
What is up with the boy hairstyles today?
Seriously. What is up with the hair hanging down in the eyes. Shaggy unkempt hair. Yuck.
Thing that kills me is they are deliberately pulling the hair forward to cover their eyes!!! I don't get it. Hasn't anyone told them that hair on the face will cause acne from all the oil?
Why does this bother me?
I'll tell you why.
It wouldn't be so bad if THEY DIDN'T CONSTANTLY JERK THEIR HEADS TO EITHER GET IT OUT OF THEIR EYES OR TO MAKE THE HAIR FALL FORWARD.
That drives me insanely crazy.
I am to the point that I can not help but make comments in public.
While waiting in line at a fast food place, the kid in front of me was standing with his mother. He appeared to be around 14 or 15. He constantly jerked his head because his shaggy mess was either irritating him or he wanted to feel the brush of hair across his cheek. I turned to the person I was with and said, "Poor thing. I hope his parents put him on seizure medication soon for all the jerking he's doing or CUT HIS HAIR so he'll quit doing that." He turned to look at me and I bestowed upon him a sweet smile and wide innocent eyes.
Yesterday, in church, the youth praise team sang a song. I'm thinking it was a good song, too. I can't really tell because the drummer had THAT HAIR and he kept jerking his head the whole time he was playing. I have no idea how he was able to keep time and not screw up the beat while doing that every ten seconds. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him. He jerked his head to move his hair. Every.Ten.Seconds. I counted. I had to.
Paige has a friend with this hair-do. I have asked him flat out if he realizes he looks like he's having seizures with the constant head jerking. I hurt his feelings, but I believe the head jerking has become such a habit, they don't even realize how stupid they look.
Don't get me wrong. I like long-ish hair on some men. Nothing suits me better than a little pony tail pulled back with a strip of leather. Back in my day, living at the beach would show different lengths of hair and it was all good. Most kept it one length and not this 10,000 different lengths. Nor did they pull it towards their faces unless it fell there by accident while on the dance floor. If that happened, they would use both hands to pull it back while keeping the beat. Yeah, longer hair is good if you know how to work it.
I don't let my son grow his hair out. He gets a hair cut around every 3 weeks and it is CUT. I know part of that is because The Man is in the military and at this time, he can't tolerate long hair on guys. It's simply not allowed. My brother never went through that phase, either. He's always had a very short cut, along with my Dad.
For those of you out there who are letting your son express themselves? It's all good. I don't spazz or go loopy over it. I just sit there and go quietly insane (for the most part) over the head jerking. I hope and pray my son will never want to express himself in that manner. I don't want to even think about the fights...uh, discussions...that might ensue over his gorgeous head of hair.
Paige meets me toe to toe over this and calls me old fashioned and out of touch. Excuse me? I do believe her generation is wearing the SAME THING we wore back in the late 80's. Pu-leeze. This is how the "cool" people wear their hair. Not in my house, they don't. I looked her in the eye and said, "You seriously think these hairstyles look good?" I never really got a straight answer. She is defending her generation loyally and I am out in the cold fashion-less world of stupidity. Whatever.
So, tell me what you think. If you support this shaggy hair style the boys are sporting, it won't offend me. I'd love to hear your side.
The week is shaping up to be the usual kind of busy. I'm not complaining. Busy means that stuff is getting done. You go on and have a good Monday. I'm heading to the kitchen to get another cup of coffee!