If you stand for nothing, you will fall for anything.

So last night I found a gray hair. There I said it (actually I wrote it). I stood in the mirror in the bathroom, thinking about plucking my unruly eyebrows, when there IT was. I stood there for a moment and tried to decided if it was actually a 'blond hi-lighted' hair. Finally, I plucked it out and held it between my finger tips, trying to decide how I felt about it all. I must have been standing there awhile, because the bathroom filled up with the rest of my family. Lance stood in the door way looking at me (the look said *what are you doing?). I kept my fingers pressed together and brought the hair closer to his face, I gave him the 'LOOK' notion. He laughs out loud. I reply 'not the response I need at this moment'. He said ' well it is safe to say it is not blonde.' Okay, still not the response I need. I am not sure whether to laugh or cry. I trying to decide whether to keep it or not - why? Why not? I kept Rylan's first hair cut, Pyper's fir

I am the smuck this time. This weekend was spent running around like a mad-man, dragging my kids from one event to another. I say 'dragging' as if they did not enjoy it all, they had a great time. Although we could have done without the 90 degree weather. We drove down to the country Friday night - getting out of the house alive was an achievement. I have been in a MOOD lately. I am super stressed....and it showes. I have been biting everyone head off and feeling as if I could explode at any moment. Friday evening was no different. Pyper is in a clingy stage, she is driving me NUTS. She does not know whether she is coming or going. For example -She stands in front of the fridge and grunts (that is code for open the door). I open the door she proceeds to pull out the crisper (we designate one crisper to kids snacks), she then gets a cheese stick and holds it in the air. I proceed to unwrap the cheese stick, and this simple notion sends her into a fit. I am standing there perplex

Everyone has a photographic memory. Some of us are just out of film. Unknown.

Not much going on....well that is a mis-statement. I have so much going on, I seem to be getting NOTHING done. My desk is swamped with projects (budget, analysis, payroll, AP) etc. Plus all of these small side projects. And all I can think about is going outside.....I am distracted. Most people who know me won't find that one hard to believe. Last night Lance had class, so when we got home he was gone. Rylan and I decided to make it 'make your own pizza night'. *fine with me, I HATE to cook. One, I am not good at it and two, it bores me. I would rather eat cereal and yogurt. I figure my kids can survive off cereal and yogurt. Back to the pizza. We have already prepared crust, so all we need to do is chop, shred and spread. Easy. We pull up chairs to the counter top, one for Rylan and one for Pyper. As fast as Rylan can put items on the pizza, Pyper is taking them off. She is taking them off and either taking a bit of them or examining them licking them and putting them back

Yesterday, turned into a marathon day. I left work at 1pm to take Rylan to an emergency dental appt. Emergency because his front (baby) tooth looked YUCK. It has been trying to come out, and by yesterday it looked gross. So I made arrangements to see the dentist and off we went. The final outcome - the dentist pulled the tooth. Right there....ugh! While Rylan is sitting in the chair I am secretly cursing Lance. I HATE the dentist. I have terrible childhood memories of our family dentist. Anyway, Rylan is terrified, you can see it in his eyes. I am trying not to be terrified too......then the dentist brings out the needle. I feel faint, green, sick....ugh. But Rylan is looking at me - I manage a slight smile and we hold hands. (not me and the dentist, me and Rylan). The needles touches Rylan's gums and he winces, tears begin rolling down his face (big croc tears). UGH. Finally, Rylan is numb, but not after some trauma. Finally the doctor pulls the tooth. My world would have been jus

Friday night Lance took me to the Chocolate Barr (martini bar), which was wonderful. We had chocolate Martini's and other assortments of drinks. Then we walked down to eat at Squires - not too bad. Then we walked back to the Chocolate Barr, by this time it was PACKED...people standing outside. We decided to head back towards our home. It was a nice night, one we both needed. Misty kept our kids, so we slept in late, then went to breakfast. It was so nice to eat a hot breakfast, and enjoy a cup of coffee. Then we moved on to picking up 'the kids' - we had big plans for Sat. We went to the park, then to Hardee's for shakes, then to my place for a bon-fire (hotdogs and smores). Today is Lance's last day at company A. He will begin Company B tomorrow. We are glad that is over! Now, let's hope Company A will have enough work to keep Lance busy..... Work for me is status quo........tonight I will be back at 6:30 for our bi-weekly night meeting. It appears as i

Lance has been in 'dealings' with a new company. Actually, Lance has not, his boss has been on behalf of himself and Lance. Lance said to me on Monday "it is 98% for-sure that we are leaving company A and going to Company B. It may be as early as next week'. I must have looked stunned, because, he continued ' it will all be okay'. I begin looking for the wine .....* you keep the glass, I will take the bottle please. I turn around ' what is company A going to say?' Lance ' who knows,but they prob won't take it well.' I have a million things running thru my mind all of them along the lines of - ARE YOU NUTS... But I refrain and simply state ' whatever you decided, I support you'. (look at me, I am getting this wife thing down pat. That was a very 'wife' thing to say). *But in my mind I am reminding myself that if I had to carry the household for a month or two I could; he would have to give up smoking and I will need to drink m

Rylan has started talking to the neighbor girl 'Erin' over the fence. Erin lives next door. The whole situation feels very 'Dawson Creek'. They are both 6 yrs old, and at this stage it is 'cute'. Erin sits on her side of the fence, in her back yard, with her head-phones on, singing Carrie Underwood 'before he cheats'. That seems to be Rylan's que...he hears her squealing outback, and off he goes. He says he needs to water the tomato plants (and he does), but there are double intentions. He sees her, she sees him - and they both light up. I spy thru the window - (don't judge, you WOULD too). Erin has two dogs, who are also out-back and Rylan begins playing ball with the dogs over the fence. Then they move on to being silly - Rylan hits himself in the head and Erin laughs. (Dumb boys - it apparently starts early). I ask Rylan all the time ' Why are you hitting yourself.' He never has an answer, but in true girl form, the same action makes h

It is Monday. The dreaded Monday. For the record (one more time) I HATE Mondays. My house is a mess, which is surprising, because we did not spend much time in it over the weekend. Actually, I cleaned it prior to leaving Friday morning - so it became dirty Sunday night between 5 and 7pm. SLOBS. We spent the weekend in the country (again). This trip was not planned, it was fostered by repeated phone calls about how poorly Lance's (step-mom) is doing. Lance and I both decided Thur night to take off work on Friday, and keep Rylan out of school so we could be with his step-mom and family. This effort was not in vain, but perhaps we could have slowed down a bit. Lance's step-mom, Nancy is dying of double lung cancer and lung disease. As a personal note this has been very difficult for me to watch. I have not lost alot of people in my life, majority of my grandparents are still alive and my parents are in their mid-fifties. Lance on the other hand has an aging family, mother, father

Okay, so I spent the weekend in Arkansas - we all survived. Before I move on the My Space issue, I have to send out Kudos to my husband and his brother. While we were gone to Arkansas, they put new floors in my living room and kitchen. The floors are beautiful...I am totally shocked, impressed, and grateful. They worked their butts off, and I wish I could do more to let me know how much I appreciate the effort. My house went from yuckie carpet, and peal-n-stick to nice Oak wood floors. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. Okay - so, just as a re-cap. I ended up driving my two kids in my car and following my sister to Arkansas. We left around 7pm - and while we were in the McDonalds drive-thru Pyper puked all over. UGH!. The poor kid got too hot prior to leaving and so it had to come up. We were only 1/2 into our trip and now my ride smelled like puke. The gods must be punishing me...... I cleaned her up, changed her clothes, used 80% of the baby-wipes - because it was GROSS. I kept