Once Lost had finished blowing my mind and breaking my heart this evening, I'd intended to come in here to the office, shut off my computer, grab my book and head up to bed. (I'm reading the latest Jodi Picoult, by the way, anyone else read it? I'm about 3/4 of the way through right now, so please, no spoilers. I'm still wondering Did He or Didn't He? Or Did His Brother?...)
Well, one thing led to another - or more precisely, one click led to another, and here I still sit, almost two hours later. Time Management and Decent Bedtime FAIL. So, instead, I'm going to throw out a Random Thoughts Tuesday (now with rambly intro, woot!) like my bloggy friend Cristin does so well. (I know it isn't Cristin's original idea, but she's the one I read regularly who does this the most, so I'm going to leave it with her.)
I've developed a new landscaping style in the past few weeks. I call it the "Yard Mullet" and it is achieved by mowing the front and sides of one's yard, but leaving the back long. I find it's easiest to create the Yard Mullet by attempting to mow when under impossible time constraints and if there's Weather coming. You know, with a capital W, like last week's spring snow, or this morning's thunder, lightning and hail storm that blew in out of seemingly nowhere. Yep, from the street, it's all business - neatly trimmed, nary a dandelion bobbing, but in back? Jungle party!
(For the record, I *do* go back out and get the yard de-mulleted eventually. It's not like my property is the equivalent of a 90's Billy Ray Cyrus or anything.)
Feel free to try it. It's just retro enough to be cool, and I really think it will catch on. I mean, have you seen some of what's considered fashionable these days? I mean, for Pete's sake, jeggings?!?!
Speaking of cutting, Kiddo needed a trim, and when I took her in to the salon yesterday afternoon, she asked if she could have it cut even shorter than it had been when we had it bobbed back in March. I said yes, and lo and behold, another two-two and a half inches hit the floor. It still looks pretty dang cute, if I do say so myself, but it is reverting to its wavier self now that it is shorter, which is bugging Kiddo (who didn't listen to her mama, even though Mama always is right, heh). She's going to lose her mind when we go to Florida this summer and her shorter 'do meets the southern, summer humidity!
But in the meantime, it looks like this:
If she continues to want it shorter at every consecutive haircut appointment, I figure she'll be channeling Demi's G.I. Jane look by the time she's eight.
Back to the topic of yards and specifically dandelions - do you want to know why I'm now convinced dandelions are EVIL? Because last week, I pulled a handful out of a planting bed, all of them not-yet-silver-and-open, and tossed them in the yard debris pile at the curb. Two days later when I was out getting the mail, I glanced over at the debris pile and discovered this:
Yes. They'd continued maturing and had opened even after being picked. Every single, last one of them. WTH?!?! That is just so not right!!
It would also help my yard out considerably if my beloved daughter didn't find blowing dandelions irresistible. Grrrr. I guess this is karmic payback for all the dandelions I blew in my youth, but still. Oy.
I'm on the school carnival committee, and part of my job is to solicit businesses for donations for our raffle. I haaaaaaaate soliciting. Even for a good cause (which it is) and even for a nonprofit (ditto). I've told myself I don't know how many times in the past week I'm going to get out there and get it over with, but each time something (something totally legitimate, like Kiddo coming down with strep and me coming down with a nasty but fairly brief stomach bug) has prevented me from going. Now I've sworn to myself that I'm going to go tomorrow and do it. Maybe typing the words and hitting the Publish Post button will help reinforce my resolve. Why can't the donation fairy just turn up at my doorstep with some artfully packaged gift baskets and a fat stack of gift cards? Sigh...
This afternoon was our monthly Daisy Scout Troop meeting. This fact should not ever be a surprise to me, seeing as how I'm the troop leader. Yet once again, I found myself looking down at Kiddo's Daisy tunic and at a baggie of patches that needed to be affixed, just so, to said tunic, just an hour before I had to leave to go to the meeting. I don't know if this counts as Mom Fail, Daisy Troop Leader Fail, or both...
So, I was determined (as I always am in that final 60 minutes before I have to leave when I discover anew I haven't attached last month's acquisitions to the dang tunic yet) that I would get them on before I had to go. I dragged out the ironing board and plugged in the iron. Checked the contents of the baggie - only two patches, not too hard. I began doing the larger one that needed affixing to the back of the tunic first. I ironed and I ironed and I ironed, and the damn thing just *wasn't* sticking. It took me over three minutes before it finally dawned on me - this was a sew-on patch, not an iron-on patch. All the ironing in the world wasn't going to stick that bad boy on. If only I hadn't burned my hands and fingers fourteen times while attempting the impossible. Sheesh. I abandoned it in favor of the more important Daisy petal that had to be stuck onto the front. This one I *knew* is an iron-on, as I've already put eight of its brethren on the front in a rather haphazard, circular formation per Daisy Uniform Guidelines. I lined it up and began ironing away. It isn't adhering, either. ?!?!? Yes, I kept attempting to iron it on for another good minute before pausing, engaging the rusty wheels in my skull that pass for a brain, and flipping the petal over. It still had the backing paper on. Whoops.
I burned my fingertips mightily removing the now-nuclear-hot backing paper from the tiny petal, but I got that dang thing on before I left. Of course we came home from the meeting with two more petals that need to be sewn on, so I purposely left the iron and ironing board set up and set Kiddo's tunic on it when we got home, because this time? I'm not waiting until the afternoon of the meeting. I might as well get them on before the scabs heal from the burns I incurred today!
Has anyone out there actually bought and tried those sneakers that are supposed to help your posture and tighten muscles and help you get in shape? I will admit to being intrigued whenever I see an ad in Entertainment Weekly or a commercial on TV. I'm more than halfway tempted to get a pair, but I'd love to know if they live up even vaguely to the hype. (Sorry, Joe Montana, you don't cut it for me, endorsement-wise. I'd like to hear from a real person, preferably a woman, whose opinion I could trust more readily.)
Whoops, now it's Wednesday. I really need to get to bed. I'm meeting (in my carnival committee persona) with the principal tomorrow, and I don't want to be either racoon-eyed and yawning or so jacked up on caffeine I can't sit still, and I fear at this point, it's going to be one of those options or the other......................