Hardy Har Har

While I certainly do NOT appreciate my body's sense of humor, I still must deal with it.

Once a week, I have to bleach the area under my nose,otherwise I'll end up looking like Mario from the Nintendo games.

Once a month, I have to dye my roots, otherwise look like I've got white and gray tentacles coming from the top of my head.

Twice a day, I have to apply moisturizer to my hands, arms, feet and legs, otherwise I'll look like an iguana trying to shed it's scales.

Once a day, I have to shampoo and condition my hair, otherwise I'll wake up looking like a horse used it's tongue to spread mayonaisse all over my head.

12 Hour Sale

Happy Friday!

Are you ready for the weekend? I sure am. Hoodie has been home from school all week with what I think is strep throat. The doctor he saw Wednesday thinks differently and supposedly, his throat culture came back negative. She thinks he has sinusitis, but he's got a worse sore throat than anything else.

On a different note, today is also my 12 hour sale from 6:00 am to 6:00 pm PST at Sparkles In Time. Any ring or pendant is 30% off if you purchase it during that time. I'll refund the discount to your PayPal account.

Treat yourself to a little vintage fun!

March Madness

Just an FYI, next Friday - the 13th - I am going to have a One Day SALE over at my Etsy shop where you can save 30% off everything!

Be sure to mark your calendars and "shop" on by!

Oh Facebook, You're Crazy

I'm a lemming.

I'm a moth.

I am a sheep following the herd and I've been doing that over at Facebook recently.  Originally, I joined to keep in touch with someone whom I've been friends with since high school.  She's a super busy lady with a lot of friends and it really works for her to keep people updated on her life.

I sort of neglected my profile for awhile because that's just the way I roll....you know that!  And then I did a short stint on MySpace, but all I wanted to do over there was constantly change my background.  

All in all, they both proved to be diversions from working or writing here and I made the decision to delete the MySpace account and keep up with the Facebook one.

Am I ever glad that I did!  Yes, it's like a virtual reunion of sorts, but some of the people I've been able to re-connect with are folks I would love to get re-aquainted with anyway.  Not to mention it's sort of been responsible for letting me find out that another friend has a secret identity and life!

Well, I guess it's sort of secret, I mean she didn't go out of her way to TELL anyone about it.  I guess you really CAN'T keep a secret with the internet around. HA!

Aaaannnnndddd, I've completely lost the point of this post.

Tune In Tuesday

The pin striped edition:

Jocularity

Okay, I had to break up the heavy vibes I left behind from yesterday's post...with this:

http://rpattzadventures.blogspot.com/

Just try not to laugh.

Ashamed

Since he was old enough to understand the concept, I have tried to teach Hoodie tolerance. When he gets upset with one of his friends and is ready to dissolve things, I tell him to put himself in that person's place and think about the reasons why he or she might be acting toward him a particular way.

I try to explain that even though certain family members drive us nuts all the time, underneath it all, they still love him very much and to remember that above all else.

This morning, I was a real asshat to him. He was being slow and we were running out of time for us to pick up his friends, get them to school and get myself to work and I blew a gasket.

I said a lot of stupid things and then tried to justify why I said them. In the end, it was all my fault that we were running out of time even though I was making him think it was all on him.

The cause of that time problem isn't difficult to figure out, it's something that can be changed to avoid any repeat situations. But the scars that I left on my son's psyche and in his heart from MY complete shittery....well, there is no justification for that.

I've apologized and told him how much I love him and he's told me that he's okay and that we're alright, but I just can't stop thinking about what my actions have done to him and the consequences they'll play in his future.

Why wasn't I able to think of that BEFORE I got mad? Why couldn't I get over my anger and keep the garbage from coming out before I had spewed it all over our relationship?

I was too angry to be tolerant this morning.

How can I expect my son to follow my advice toward his friends, when I cannot even lead by example?