The squeamish may want to skip my gruesome detailing of this morning's events. Just warning you now that this post isn't the usual whimsical philosophical riddle.
I haven't had much of a will to do anything lately, mostly because I have once again come down with the dreaded sinus infection.
I keep telling Berta that I should have my sinuses removed, but a sinus is actually a body cavity, meaning that it's an empty space. And how do you remove an empty space? Pack it with chewing gum, I suppose....
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Dropping off Abby at school, I wonder about the wealth among the people that take their kids to school there.
These days, caring for a kid is not the cheapest of endeavors. They need clothes and food at minimum. Medical care is important. And the cost of daycare can be killer. So it's not really surprising that half of the cars in the parking lot at Abby's daycare school are a Lexus.
The thing I was noticing in particular on this icy morning is something about the other kinds of cars in the lot. Having spent a good ten minutes scraping the ice off of my car this morning, it occurred to me that even after all of that effort, the rest of my car (the non-glass parts) my car was still covered in a thing sheen of ice.
I looked around at the other cars in the lot and noticed that even the less expensive cars didn't exhibit this feature. The only other cars in the lot that were icy were the school's own minivans. more
Principally, the decor of the house is left to Berta. I believe this is how it should be, because of the two of us, she is the artistically talented one, and I am the artistically void one.
That said, there must be a certain level of trust that when she goes to decorate a room, it's going to look presentable not just to her and the people that come into our home, but to me, too.
Berta has done a wonderful job with every room she has redone in our house. We (mostly her) have repainted practically every room in the house since we moved in. She has done a lot of sanding, painting, second coats, touch-ups, and sealing in this old house, and it all looks great.
But when she and Abby returned from ACMoore the other night, she had an evil plan that was bound to ruin my comfy home decor bliss. more
We (Roberta and I) didn't do anything special for each other for Valentine's Day. Abby had a lot of preparation, though. They had a valentine party at school, and there was entirely too much candy exchanged in addition to both prefab and custom valentine cards. When do kids lose interest in this practice?
After dinner we watched The Princess Bride, which seemed appropraite for being a romantic comedy. Abby enjoyed the movie, I think, but Riley (who we put to bed just after the movie started) and I (who was laying on the livingroom floor) fell asleep before the end. The girls made heart-shaped decorated cookies late into the night, and I think Abby went to bed around 11pm, which is much too late for her. But the cookies look tasty.
Our dinner was the special surpise for the evening. Those guys at Bravo across town where we get our pizza sure are an interesting bunch. I don't think there are any restaurants around with that much character. Salud!
Once again it's time for... Is it just me? The gameshow where I complain about some issue that everyone deals with, and you all weigh in with your opinion on the matter.
This episode's topic: Haircuts.
I know that there are many differences between the male and female hair treatments. Most men I've met would rather find the cheapest barber they can ("Uncle Lou only charged me $3 -- Sure, he's nearly blind and only has the use of one arm, but... cheap!") and women seem to head for the more frilly places ("I was going to drive home right after my hair appointment, but I had too many of their free mimosas, so I went shopping instead"). This is a hasty generalization that I'm sure will earn me no respect for having written it.
Nonetheless, I must admit to a certain affinity to a $30 salon hair-do. As I was explaining to Berta, if you find the right stylist, there's definitely something to the scalp kneading that occurs during the shampooing phase. It nearly triggers that blissful reaction in me that you see with some dogs when you scratch them in just the right spot. Moving on...
The reason I bring up this whole hair issue is because I had mine mostly chopped off yesterday. And during the process, as usual, the stylist wanted to know how I wanted my hair done. Allow me to pose this question to the guys in the audience: Do you really know what to say to answer this question? more
