I love finding new products that work!
A friend told me about Shout Color Catchers. I have to admit, I have kind of taken it easy being a little skeptical.
Well, this week, I had a new pair of $2.98 shorts to work out in (frugal me!) and they were bright red. Now, normally, I would do a whole load just for one red item. But my friend told me about the Shout things, so I thought ok, here goes nothing!
I put them in with jeans and even He-man's baseball pants. (It would have been ok since his colors are maroon and gold, haha)
Whala! There was no red on any clothes. The Color Catcher came out pretty red though!
So I'm here to tell you, Shout Color Catchers are the bomb. And, yes, I'm easily amused!
(Thanks Lynn!)
Friday, February 29, 2008
I need a life!
Want to stir up some emotions? Read this.
http://video.stumbleupon.com/#p=ithct48cqw
This is a short version on Oprah.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ji5_MqicxSo
This is the full version of the actual lecture. Worth the watch if you have the time.
http://www.cs.cmu.edu/~pausch/news/index.html
This is like a blog update on Randy's condition.
This was so very powerful to me. It reminded me that I want to be a Tigger :)
I really liked the quote, "Experience is something you get when you don't get what you want."
Also, "If you lead your life the right way, the karma will take care of itself. The dreams will come to you."
What a wonderful legacy to leave to his children. I hope he sees many more 6 month milestones!
Losing the inhibition
Remember I had a hair story to tell?
Some of you have heard it, but others haven't. Plus, it's one of those things I never want to forget.
Remember too, all things happen for a reason.
I'll try to make the long story short. It starts back when I got a horrible perm and it burned my hair and bleached it to a wonderful shade of orange. I chopped most of it off, and it has been growing out. Every one of my family when they saw me said not one word. They just busted out laughing when they saw me. No, they really weren't being mean, it was just that funny. I had the nickname of Bozo the clown for a few days :)
Fast forward about 6 months. We had the sales conference, and I really wanted to have hair. I decided that many people wear wigs for one reason or another, why shouldn't I. I found a nice darker wig, close to my natural color, and it was long and had curls. I just loved it.
I asked around to find out, should I wear it all the time I was there or just for the big gala. My friends said, yes, it looks good. Wear it the whole time. So that's what I proceeded to do.
I got it all in place and away we went. We were all of 50 feet out of the driveway, and I noticed a neighbor's dog in the middle of the street. Always thinking that if it were me, I would hope someone would help me too, we stopped the car to get this dog back home.
Hubby went to the door to let the people know the dog was out. I called the dog. He was soooooo excited to see someone. Boy was he ready to play! He ran circles around me a few times, and when we realized nobody was home and that this dog wasn't going to let me get ahold of him, I decided to walk closer to the fence to put him in.
Come on, boy! I was walking and calling him. He would run up and run circles around me. The next thing I know, this dog charged at me (I swear he was laughing and smiling as he ran at me) and he jumped up and grabbed my hair!
Here I am in all glory, standing in the middle of the road with a net on my hair and my long curly locks laying on the ground.
Hubby said the race was on between me and the dog to get the wig back. I won of course because all I could think of was to get that thing back on my head!
I think it would have been easier to do had I not been laughing my A$$ off! I really don't know how we got the dog in the fence or what really happened after that. We were both laughing so hard. I still laugh when I think about it.
Straight from there, I went to get bobby pins :) I didn't lose my hair in the San Francisco wind, but I did lose the inhibition I felt about wearing the wig in the first place.
Many people did double takes. We had decided to joke if anybody said anything and say that I was hubby's "pretty woman" for the weekend! Nobody really said a lot except that they really liked it. Funny, at age 37, I am still learning the life lesson that it doesn't matter what anybody else thinks, if I like something, that's all that matters!
You can sleep when you're dead
I'm gonna need it!
I had big plans this morning. No school. No class til 9:30. I was going to sleep in!
Suzi had a friend sleep over last night. Evidently, she felt that they should use the guest room since she had a guest. Hubby said last night, if you're wanting sleep, you better get the girls out of there. I hollered up there but was half asleep. I asked hubby to go settle them down, thinking he would tell them to get out of there.
Ohhhhh, I guess about 6 this morning, I start hearing footsteps. Thinking someone was just going to the bathroom, I was ok with that. Noooooooooo, the footsteps kept going. I swear I would just get back to sleep and here they'd go again. Hubby of course heard nothing!
Did I mention the guest room is directly above mine?
Grouching, I reasoned with hubby that since he was supposed to tell them to go out of there, and since he was going to work in a bit, he should go tell them to go to her room. Well, I tried for about 10 minutes and realized I wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep.
I asked hubby why he didn't tell them last night. He said they had blankets, etc. in there and were going to go to sleep.
Oh, well. I guess I can sleep when I'm dead!
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Baseball update
He-man had a home game today. They won, YAAAAY!
He pitched 2 innings. I think they are still feeling everybody out.
He had 5 strike outs, 1 true hit, and another kid got on base because the ball was hit to him, he turned to make a double play, and there was nobody to cover second base. The coach was a little loud on that one :)
He batted 1 time. I saw a lot of growth there too. While he watched 2 good pitches go by, and normally he would swing and strike out with an 0-2 count, he waited on the curve ball to come and smacked it. As a norm, you could always count on a strike out if he had an 0-2 count, especially if either strike was something he didn't feel was in the strike zone. He would swing at anything then just to try to avoid striking out.
His year-old baseball pants also looked like they were about to fall off him. His teeth are getting straight, he's getting all buff working out for football. I think I am the one who needs the baseball bat to fight off the girls that are going to be falling all over him. Thank goodness the one he likes is in another state :)
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