I need to come up with a Halloween costume

Any ideas? I know I should probably just hit up the local thrift store and make it work, but I thought someone out there might have a genius, quick, cheap, easy costume idea. So.....whaddaya got?


(Okay. I admit it. This post is also a necessary step to get the giant, bits-encrusted bear butt from being the first thing you see every time you come to my blog!) :-)

Not so Charmin

I HATE THESE COMMERCIALS FROM CHARMIN!

Seriously. They're unnecessarily explicit and I wish they'd stop.

For my readers who haven't had the misfortune to see the actual commercial,

I now give you the choice to change that - if you so choose.

Ladies and gentlemen, I present Charmin Ultra Strong.

Fun stuff with Shaine WITH pictures

So we went wedding dress shopping again; no real pictures of that for (what should be) obvious reasons. If the reasons aren't obvious enough, please read the previous post. ;-)

Post-dress shopping we hit the outlet mall in Folsom for some spending - I mean BONDING - time. We discovered that the 80s are most certainly back, and they're mixed with other odd fashion bits. The result? A bunch of REALLY UGLY shoes. Of course we had to document them, so we took our time finding the ugliest shoes we could, and are generous enough to share the results with the rest of the world. Enjoy!

A multi-purpose

purse?

(Maybe if you're short and/or really like your abs.)

I've always known Shaine is fascinating and multi-faceted;

I just didn't know HOW fascinating.

She truly, sincerely likes these shoes and wouldn't mind owning a pair.

Wow.

These are the ugliest shoes I think I've ever seen. Ever.

Why would you own these? And for what events or moods would you wear them?

Never mind. I don't really want to know.

Me, mystery leg, Shaine.

So we thought these were ugly, then we put them on and decided we liked them.

For, you know, those days when you have the desire to know how it feels to be a hooker.

Ah the joy of guilty pleasures! ;-)

Correction

As Shaine pointed out, I have been doing many interesting things in her company.

BUT I CAN'T POST PICTURES (you know, the whole wedding dress before the wedding thing), SO IT'S LIKE IT NEVER HAPPENED!

Not quite. She's right. We had a great lunch at a roadside diner in Oakdale, and the waitresses were...astounding. The cook/waitress sounded and looked like an anorexic chain smoker in a 50s style waitress outfit, and the lady on the register looked about 70 but had the attitude of a teenager. You couldn't get irritated, though, because it just FIT so perfectly. A sample of her style of customer service:

When Shaine asked what the cheese choices were and needed a repeat, she said (with overly clear enunciation and word spacing): "swiss, american, and pep...per...jack." We also got a look like maybe we needed a keeper.

Ah, the joys of small town American dining. We dare you: visit Snow White Drive In, today!

30 is how much more than 20?

Much, MUCH more than 10, let me tell you!

I have 30 students this year, and they're kicking my butt. I'm constantly exhausted and feel overwhelmed, even though I've taught third grade three of the past four years AND I have the same students. The district and my school have also been pulling me out of class pretty much every week for professional development, which is another contributing factor to my inner chaos.

Anyway, I realize this is boring, but I thought I'd explain why I haven't got anything interesting to share!!! Here's hoping I return to "normality" sooner rather than later.

Does this qualify me as passive aggressive?

I'm too proud to beg

for your attention and your friendship and your time,

so you can come and get it from now on.

My Song

Brandi Carlile

The Story of My Life,

OR Why I Will Never Be a Sexy Mama

Yesterday evening Robb and I walked out of our realtor's office (another post for another day). He was kind enough to tell me he thought I looked really good. He liked my outfit, my eyes were so pretty, and my hair looked really nice, etc.

Caught up in the moment, I decided to play along as we each headed to our cars. I slid my hair out of its ponytail and went for the sexy hair shake...

...and my sunglasses went flying to the ground. Noisily.

At which point I started laughing so hard I cried.

Maybe someday I'll get it down, but for now this type of scene is all-too-common for me to consider myself good at pulling off sexy. Guess I'll just have to stick with cute!