Randoms!

What the? Apparently my desk is buried under so much junk, I couldn't find the computer to update this blog!

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DH has got the girls so worked up about Mike Duffy, I'm pretty sure they think he's some kind of boogey man who is going to show up at our house to steal $90,000. (And good luck to him if he tried to find that kind of money here!)

In fact, they were telling a school friend about him the other day, and the little girl started to cry.

Just last night, as I was leaving their room, K was saying, "I can't believe all of us - ALL CANADIANS - lost $90,000 to that guy!"

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Got my hair cut the other day. When I came up this morning with my hair sort of just half done, the girls whispered in awe, "Oh my gosh, Mummy. You look just like Missy from Duck Dynasty!" It was the reverential way they said it, like this was the glamorous person they could imagine...

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Also last night, one of the girls was rolling on the bed, holding her feet up in the air - I think in yoga it's called the baby pose, or something. And she was blissfully singing, "I'm as free as a bird! Farting non-stop!"

Truly, if you were to define freedom in our house, that would probably be it.

Ooof

The other day I got an email about a theatre group holding auditions for The Sound of Music.

I was intrigued, and mentioned it to a friend of mine at rehearsal that night.

"Oh yes? Are you hoping to play the Mother Abbess?"

And this is in no way an attempt to call out my friend, because you know what? She is absolutely right.

I am WAY past the best before date for playing Maria (notwithstanding the fact that I also can't carry a tune in a bucket--it was just the THOUGHT of auditioning that was intriguing).

Or even Frau Schraeder, who has the best line (in the movie) - Why didn't you tell me Max? (What?) To bring my harmonica.

I then went to get my hair done, which afforded me lots of time to stare at my face in the mirror while the colour set.

At which point I realized that the wrinkles in my forehead are now permanent.

And the only way I can get rid of them is to bring my eyebrows lower, which causes the wrinkles in between the two of them to stand out more.

UNLESS I start pulling my hair back in a Jean Kasem ponytail.

DONE and DONE.

Spring training

I know it's the first one of the season, so I shouldn't be too tough on myself...

But my attempt at leg shaving yesterday was woefully inept.

When I felt the breeze whistling through the hair on my knees, I looked down at the sunlight glinting off of the luscious mane I had left there and actually laughed out loud.

It was like there were two blonde chia pets growing on my legs.

Counter-productive

What I was thinking:

Gee, the workout K gets when she goes to karate looks really awesome. All those crunches and push-ups and the kicks. It's a total body workout. They offer adult classes there. I should really look into that.

What I was doing:

Eating a PC Decadent chocolate chip cookie ice cream sandwich.

My new idol!

The other day I was a Cherryhill mall. This is a weird mall because the demographic of that area is almost entirely college-age students and seniors.

Mostly seniors.

As I was walking to the van, a car cruised by blaring Let's Stay Together by Al Green.

The driver of the car?

A 70+ year old woman.

And I immediately knew that she's who I want to be when I grow up.