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*Warning to all men—girlish post containing words like hair and makeup written below***
Yesterday on my errands day off I picked up two items. Let’s be serious though…I was in Target and I picked up a lot more than two items. Anyhoo..here are two of the more interesting items I found in my cart.
#1 Mascara. I remember now why I don’t wear the junk. The combination of gunky eyelashes and contacts in my eyes just doesn’t mix well. Oh yeah, and I don’t really appreciate raccoon eyes every time I rub my eyelids. I spared you (and myself) from sharing a photo of said effect.
#2 was a new flat iron. I should clarify. I don’t own an old flat iron–never really have used one. I was becoming desperate though. I thought that my hair was/is/would always be so frizzy and unable to be straight and flat unless I hired the fancy pants salon lady who cut and flat ironed my hair to live here and fix it everyday. That was until I found my new love. What’s that, you ask?? Who?? Fear not, I haven’t replaced Mr. Hubby. He’s irreplaceable. My new #2 though is quickly finding a new place in my heart. Don’t believe me? View this first piece of evidence. As you can see below I have some natural curl that creates a bitlarge amount of frizz. I also have a cute baby that finger paints so her ma can frame it and put it on her bathroom wall (see background of photo).
Here’s photographic evidence #2. Welcome to frizz city folks. Let me just say that photos don’t do this justice. Ugh. Why is it that women all over are just never happy with the hair they were born with?!
I headed upstairs last night to try my new flat iron. I had doubts. Big time doubts. I mean, how can this thing work, it only cost me $20?! Fortunately, for me and my twenty buckeroos it worked well. That’s why I have a new love. (Can you hear the song “At Last” by Etta James playing…that’s what’s in my head right now).
Here is my happy result–hair that is straight and smooth–no bumpy curls anywhere to be found. Happy happy happy…can you tell I’m happy. And doesn’t this photo look cool! I took it myself, looking into the bathroom mirror at my new stylin’ hair.
We just finished carving pumpkins with our friends the Schoohs’. Here are the finished results.
This was the coolest thing I’ve ever made….well, except for the half quilt I made…oh yeah, and the baby I grew. But seriously, isn’t this so awesome!! It was a lot of work, but fun to make 
Well, we’re off to finish our fun evening with our friends. They’re about to experience watching Tommy Boy the movie for the first time EVER!!
It’s been a few days, sorry for that lack of writing. Things here are chugging along well. Girlie’s never sitting for long in one place, Erik’s prof job applications are almost mailed and I’ve enjoyed reading your comments from my past posts (thank you kind friends for the uplifting words, advice and sites to browse) and reading a few other new blogs lately.
I don’t want to bore you with my day to day life, but here’s one fun story about Mr. three-year-old Will.
Yesterday, he helped me while I was washing dishes. He rinsed each item very very very carefully and placed it gently into the drying rack. Sweet. Then, we made a chocolate cake. Note* This whole time Miss Girlie and Will’s lil sis Eva were running wild throughout the living room and Girlie’s room. You shoulda seen the disaster that awaited me after we finished our cake! Baby Simone happily played in the exersaucer watching Will and I create a cake.
As we began to get everything out for making our yummy cake I asked Will what he thought we should do first. He wasn’t sure.
I asked him, “What do you think needs to get hot so we can put our cake into it?”
Hmmm….still not sure.
One last try I said, “What’s really important for our cake to be able to cook?”
The sweet little baker replied, “Potatoes?”
Hahahahohohehe. Funny little man.
I’ll leave you today with a picture I wanted to share of Girlie with her pal Eva. They had a fun time dancing together yesterday amist the toy chaos. Awww, what cute little friends….
My babysitter-o-meter is rising. It’s become time for one of these kind of rants again.
Let’s start here perhaps. According to dictionary.com this is the definition of babysitter.
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ba·by-sit
[bey-bee-sit] Pronunciation Key – Show IPA Pronunciation verb, -sat, -sit·ting.
–verb (used without object)
1. to take charge of a child while the parents are temporarily away.
–verb (used with object)
2. to baby-sit for (a child): We’ve placed an ad for someone to baby-sit the youngsters in the evening.
3. to take watchful responsibility for; tend: It will be necessary for someone to baby-sit the machine until it is running properly.
I tried looking up daycare provider and childcare provider. No luck. They don’t exist according to dictionary.com.
My frustration rises when I am called a babysitter (usually when a lot of these happen within a short amount of time). Sometimes I correct the person and explain what I do, which doesn’t include a lot of sitting! It’s more like working…and wiping butts and gross noses and feeding kids a healthy, homemade lunch and listening to a kid ask “what you doing, Susie” forty billion times a day while trying to answer nicely and not get impatient.
I let the word babysitter eat away at my self esteem. It’s sort of a “you suck, Susie” cycle, where I feel like an idiot for doing daycare, wish I was smart enough to do something with my degree or go back to school and then I feel like a failure.
I can hear people scoffing at me for getting a degree and then wasting my parents hard earned money and mine and the government loans just so I can babysit. I know it’s all crap, but some days the bad self esteem cycle just dumps on me.
No need to worry, I get out of this babysitter word cycle pretty easy. I just look at my baby girl and feel so grateful that I’m with her everyday to see her grow and change so fast. I look at Will, Eva, Timothy and Simone and feel fortunate that I have great kids I hang out with. I have Erik to complain to also…poor guy! He helps me to see how I contribute to our family and the childcare kiddos families as well. I’m also really happy to have this place to share with you my thoughts and joys. So, thanks once again my friends for your company and also for your thought provoking comments on yesterday’s post, keep ‘em coming.
Abortion.
Yep, I just wrote that.
I know this is controversial and taboo, but I think most of you know me well and care more about our friendship, regardless of how I feel about abortion. I care about what I write on this blog and I want to be open, honest, and truthful.
So, why am I blogging about such a big issue? This issue, friends, is what has me tipping back and forth between candidates. This is the biggest reason why I’ve stayed politically undecided for so many months. Yes, there are other things that have me teeter tottering, but nothing is so pressing as this. In previous years I have voted primarily for the candidates promising to end abortion because it is so tragic (not only for the unborn child, but also long term for the mother’s mental and physical health).
I am someone who values life, whether that’s the drunk on the corner, my precious baby girl, or a fetus who has no voice. Life is precious and something that shouldn’t be wasted or deemed inconvenient.
Here’s where this issue gets complicated for me. I also value women. I understand that horrible things like incest and rape occur. Illnesses have caused life threatening problems with expectant mothers, leaving them with very hard decisions, that they deserve and have the right to make, regarding their health and the life of their child(ren). I also feel that if abortion was completely deemed illegal some women would do whatever it takes to abort their babies, whether that’s via a back-alley doctor or by attempting to do it on their own, resulting in seriously injuring or killing themselves.
I find myself so frustrated with our lawmakers. Is there no way to protect the original Roe v. Wade, victims of rape/incest and mothers with health crises who find themselves having to decide who lives, while at the same time also making it illegal for partial-birth abortion to happen? I think it could be done, but we’re so red and blue that no one is willing to enter the middle and solve this.
So here I am in the middle, wanting to protect them all. There’s a lot at stake when I vote November 4th.
As always, I encourage your comments whether you agree or disagree. And as always, I’m humbled by your friendships, reading and encouragement.
