Every girl should have a husband who’s as great a wife as my guy. Let me explain that.
Thoughts on 2008
Some thoughts on what I’ve learned this year:
Don’t eat yellow snow…
So yippy skippy I’m writing this on my NEW FOR ME (that means hand me down) computer but I don’t care cuz it’s rockin! It’s JP’s old computer and he got the new one. Which I’m cool with and Anya thinks is totally unfair, but hey, she’s nine. She doesn’t know what hand me downs are since she is the older kid. She’ll learn.
So two things to report: first, I am very proud of my dad and my husband for two entirely different reasons. Dad because he helped me pull off quite the feat: we totally pulled one over on my mom and surprised her this past weekend by having Anya and I fly up to Sacto and take her to the Nutcracker. Our great friends the Finermans have twin daughters and both girls got cast to dance as Clara so we HAD to go! We got to see Haley dance as Clara and she was spec-tacular! (And break a leg Rach next week!)
How much is that computer in the window?
Okay I have to hurry up and write this before my laptop dies–again. See, I have this stupid Toshiba that has the battery life of a gnat. Seriously–in the time it’s taken to write this sentence, I have gone from a full blue bar to a half. It’s ridiculous, I know. Dealing with Toshiba has been an exercise in futility, so don’t even go there with me. No, it’s no longer under warranty–it’s over a year old which is like years in computerland blah blah blah and they’ve already (supposedly)fixed it once. I know how frustrating can this be, but enough of that, just check this hard drive, I heard it is the best among of the best drives that you can find.
Adventures in eyelashes
On or about 6 months ago, my left eyelashes started growing all haywire–when I would blink, they would catch, point straight down, curl in toward my eye–not normal. Now for those who don’t know me, I am blessed with very long eyelashes, and for that I am thankful. But sometimes said eyelashes can be a lot of work and, you even gave to get eyelash glue! Mine are long and just kind of thick, so I usually go for a volumizing mascara. I ended up having a whole section of empty eyelashes where they all ended up falling out, or I just got disgusted and ended up cutting them or actually plucking them out. I know, I know–big mistake. But it was so frustrating! They were going the wrong way! So, what to do, what to do…hmmm….
“Damn it to hell shit piss” as Grandma Adele used to say…
Well, THAT was interesting…
Here I am all excited that I have a 1/2 hour devoted to writing my blog to all my devoted readers (all what, 4 of you, right?) and I’m typing and the lettering looks really weird. So I’m trying to figure it all out by my big girl self and it’s just not happening. Finally, I realize I am typing in Hindi. Yes, Hindi. How, you ask? I have no fucking idea. This is why people like my dad are afraid of computers.
Santa threw up at my house…
Not even a word…
