Showing posts from June, 2008

Who knew?

Lately, my son has been experiencing a little separation anxiety from me. I think my husband's stint in the ER left him feeling a little unsettled. If it's a bad day when I'm dropping him off before heading for work, I have to leave him crying...which I hate. If he's having a decent day than I can get by with leaving him-only if I leave him with my business card! My new photog business card has this picture shown here, on the front of it. A couple of weeks ago, during VBS he kept a copy for him in his pocket to look while he was without me and took extras to give away. He gave one to every mommy, teacher, and person otherwise and to let them know that 'his' mommy is a 'fratography', which obviously is supposed to be a photographer. Sweet kid! He's the best marketing tool I've got! Today when daddy and he went to the movies together for overdue male bonding time, he wanted me to join them. My husband is so wonderful on so many level

New Doo

So I got a new doo. I usually don't tell my husband when I get my hair cut so I'll get an honest opinion when he walks through the door. Thankfully for me, I've had an awesome stylist, Rachel, for three years now. I'd drive to Texas if I needed to in order to keep her.  Rachel is the only person in ten years that's been able to style my hair well enough that I didn't feel like my hair was ever at that in-between length as I grew it out. This is the first time I've had long hair since I've known my husband. You can see the pic in the post below, with Rick Springfield, to see how short my hairs been in the last decade. When he walked in the door today, his eyes lit up. "You got your hair cut!" "Yes..." "It a '60s or '70s cut." "So you're saying?" (What does that mean?) "It's cute. It looks like ... uh..." "Choose carefully!" I warned. I could see

Rick didn't have the Human Touch

This was taken in 2000 at Rick's Karma Tour. Last night's concert was okay. Besides the fact that I didn't get to see it all due to unforeseen circumstances , what I did see was a little off and not typical Rick. He yelled a lot into the microphone, causing us all to hold our ears and taunted at those who finally pulled out earplugs. When he did sing, he barely did it in the was as if he was singing in his room singing to himself and remembering....oh yeah...a mike...I should use it! He did a lot of bantering to the crowd trying to keep it real, but it didn't really hit home for most of us. Some of it was cute, like when he pulled kids up to sing some lyrics, but the rest of it was giving most of the adults a case of the rolled eye syndrome. I know after thirty years of singing his greatest hits from the '80s he must get really bored of the same old song, so I gotta give Rick credit but still say...when fans come to hear him sing, WE WA

Tough Choices

So my son cried yesterday and today when I dropped him to VBS. I usually volunteer on Sunday's and Wednesday's for all the kid functions/activities and stay with him. He doesn't understand why mommy can't be with him this week. All the other mommies stay and teach, why can't I? I know that he's still only five and will cry from time to time, but I'm not used to it as he's usually pretty laid back. Between that and having to spank him yesterday (in the doctor's waiting room--in front of six people), I feel like a bad mom. I tried saying no to him for his bad behavior, then I tried a time-out in the doctor's chair, and when it didn't work...I took him to the bathroom and lightly smacked his little bottom. To which he replied, OW, don't hit me , loud enough for all to hear in the waiting room. He did that on purpose for the benefit of the older ladies waiting in the office...yeah, that was fun. That's the first time I've h

Calling for a Vote

So it just dawned on me over the weekend that I need to buy a dress for my brother in law's upcoming wedding. It's going to be on the beach, in Maui, and I have NOTHING to wear . Isn't every husband or boyfriend in America rolling their eyes right now?? :) Seriously, I haven't worn a dress in 3 years. Since my son was born and started running everywhere he went, it's just easier to wear jeans or capris. I've not even donned a pair of shorts, except for in the pool. After my son was born, I lost a lot of weight due to breastfeeding and how that affects a woman's metabolism. I didn't pack it on after I popped him off his feeding either. I went from a size 4 to a 6-8. Not bad, BUT being an 8 didn't allow me to fit into any of my shorts or previous skirts/dresses. This is another reason I just stopped wearing them. I didn't want to invest in buying a whole new wardrobe because of 2 dress sizes. Now that I'm back down to

My new redneck pool!

Yeehaw! I live in Oklahoma. It's now official, because I have a red neck pool. If you listen to the last post, you can hear my son's excitement over our INTEX pool. It's so very cool though! By the way, before you make too much fun of me with this pic--I had just been splashed with some very cold water! Having this pool, not only has given my son more water confidence in just two days, but it's allowed my pasty white skin to get some sun....sun I've not seen in a while. Here are some pics for your enjoyment!

No Made in China

"We don't like you, ball. You're made in China." That's what I'm hearing around my house or when out shopping lately. My son, who's five, is reading extremely well for his age, and has quickly learned how to read, "Made in China." After my mom's scare , where she was poisoned from pajamas that were made in China, my son is extremely aware of anything that's not made in the US. He's reading everything we buy or anything he's already had contact with within our house. Even the bowl he ate cereal from this morning we found out was ... you guessed it ... made in China. I think we're going to participate in the "Don't buy from China" campaign starting June 4th. For one whole month, I'm also going to challenge you. Please please don't buy anything from China. From June 4th to July 4th, our Independence Day, buy nothing made from this country. I'm going to blog my month to let you know ho