Some thoughts that have been runnin' all 'round my brain:
I'm a WINNER
I never win anything, but I won a Starbucks gift card from Melissa B. at The Scholastic Scribe. She has a pretty nifty thing going on, and you should check her out tout de suite. Thanks Melissa B! Now I know what it feels like to be a winner! (It feels much better than being a loser. I'd always suspected as much.)
I'm gonna NEED that coffee, 'cause this early to bed/early to rise chickadee went to the midnite (12:09, to be more precise) showing of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. Liv went to some lengths in her preparation and I'll try to get some pics up on the craft blog later today to document that. Those little witches and wizards have just grown up right before our eyes. And in this one, Dumbledore.... well, you know. And if you don't, I certainly don't want to be the one to tell you! The inferi were just as creepy as I expected them to be, too.
Too Old to Rock and Roll, Too Young to Die
Tom is auditioning for a new band. I love the songs he is playing over and over (and over and over), so I am loving the audition process. He thinks maybe it's time to get back to his rock and roll roots and I couldn't agree any more wholeheartedly if I tried. Wish him luck!
You Know Those Old Married People Who Start to Look Like Each Other?
I got new specs this week. The woman at the optometrists office helped me choose my frames. When I brought them home, Tom said, "Those are my glasses."
"They ARE very similar."
"They're not similar, they're the SAME."
We took them off and compared and - sure enough - my husband and I have identical specs. Is it sad that we're old enough not to worry too much about how completely lame that is? Maybe I should get us some matching jogging suits to round out the look. No one has ever accused us of being just too darn stylin'.
Gimme a Head With Hair
I need a haircut. A new style. A new do. The specs on this are simple:
- I want a style that makes my baby fine hair look full.
- I want a style that expresses my personality and makes me look youthful without making me look like I'm trying to be younger than I am. But it absolutely cannot make me look old.
- I want an actual style, but I don't want to spend any actual time on it on a daily basis. A sophisticated style that could be air-dried and finger combed would be ideal.
- I want a style that will look good when I take off the motorcycle helmet, even after a REALLY long ride.
Is this too much to ask? Why do hairstylists run screaming when I approach them? Rhetorical questions. Maybe what I REALLY want is a new hat. I'd need that hat to make a statement without screaming "Look at me!". Of course I'd need a hat that...
I want to retitle yesterdays post as "Mood Swing". Todays post is random and fragmented. Yesterdays was not supposed to be. Maybe a different title would've helped with the cohesiveness. Live and learn. There are no do-overs.