Year: 2011

At some point on Friday morning I finally got over the fact that I’d managed to delete almost my entire Fashion Friday post and the whole host of links that I’d worked tirelessly on throughout the day on Thursday, but then Sophie texted me and asked if I’d checked my auto-save feature to see if a copy of it might still be saved there. And, lo, I had no idea such a thing existed and THERE IT WAS. Not in its entirety, mind you, but enough of it to restore my faith in computers and the internet and humanity.

I debated putting up the post late Friday afternoon but decided to wait until later on this week because I don’t know why. It just seemed like a good decision. Plus, I finally found my copy of the 30 Day Shred DVD and, after two days of Level One, I had been rendered almost completely incapable of any movement and could hardly bear to speak on Friday unless it was to complain about how incredibly sore my muscles were and lament that I have apparently failed to use my delts or whatever those muscles are in my arms for the better part of the year. My theory that carrying in the groceries is all the workout my arms need has been proven totally false.

I also may have had to tell P that if he came home and couldn’t find me he should probably check the bathroom because there was a 78% chance that I might sit down on the toilet at some point and not be able to get back up.

Is that too much information?

Probably so.

Anyway, it was a good weekend and not just because my fears of getting stuck on the toilet were never realized. On Friday afternoon, Caroline’s school had their annual school carnival. It just so happened that it was the hottest April 1st on record since 1939 which made it extra special to be working at the snow cone booth. By the time Caroline and I made it home at 6:00 p.m., I was covered in cherry syrup and have a pair of shorts that will never be the same. My only consolation was that she failed to win a goldfish even after spending the bulk of her tickets in what turned out to be a futile attempt. Instead, she won the cakewalk on her first try and we came home with a pan of brownies. And everyone knows that homemade brownies trump a goldfish any day of the week.

P didn’t get home from work until late that night because ’tis the landscaping season, so Caroline secured herself a dinner date with Mimi and Bops while P and I ate a late dinner of takeout Mexican food and promptly fell asleep on the couch. We live in the fast lane over here.

Caroline had a soccer game Saturday morning. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it but the Cheetah Girls changed their name to the Magic. I’m not totally sure why they felt the need for a name change, but I’m just grateful they ended up with the Magic instead of their original choice, the Lizards. I think they would have had some lingering regrets over being the Lizards.

They played a great game and Caroline scored two goals. It was a big day. She had the eye of the tiger.

Later on we attended a birthday party complete with ice cream cake and an enormous bounce house.

On Sunday morning we woke up for church and P made the comment that we had to drive his truck because he needed to take a pig to church. I got on the Twitter and said I was afraid to ask why we were taking a pig to church and if it was dead or alive. For those of y’all who wondered, it was dead. And in a cooler. And will go to provide meals for the homeless. Which is so much more socially acceptable than showing up at church with a live pig. Isn’t it? Or have I just been completely desensitized to what is normal behavior? I mean, there was probably a time I would have believed that showing up at church with pork in any context other than in the form of a honey-glazed ham for a potluck dinner was a faux pas.

But those days of pork innocence are gone.

And then there was this.

The Texas A&M women’s basketball team beat top-seeded Stanford and is going to play for the National Championship on Tuesday night.

Gig’em Aggies.

And that was the weekend.

If you’re reading this post it’s because my Mac is currently being held hostage by the nice folks at the Apple Store. As of now I have no idea if this will actually happen but I have an appointment with the geniuses at the Genius Bar in about an hour and there’s always a good chance that they’re going to request that I leave my second child, I mean my Mac, at the store for a few days while they research all its issues.

There’s also a good chance that they’re going to say, “Hey. This computer is four years old. Maybe it’s time to cut your losses.” as they look at me like I smell bad because I’m not in there to buy a fancy new iPad 2.

And I’ll put on my most pitiful face and say, “Please, sir, I would love to buy an iPad 2 but we are currently focusing on things like groceries and air-conditioning bills and paying $75 to fill our cars with a half-tank of gas.”

And they’ll say, “NEXT?” as they escort me from the store.

This is all purely hypothetical of course.

I’m hoping they’ll say they can restore my computer to its former glory, back in the days when the keyboard wasn’t cracked and I could actually burn CDs and DVDs. But that will probably mean I’ll have to leave it behind.

And you may be wondering why I couldn’t just post on our other computer. That would be because we don’t own another computer because P maintains he doesn’t need a computer. Which is so weird since he seems to abduct mine on a regular basis.

Of course there’s always my iPhone. But if you think I can post on that thing then you have seriously overestimated my manual dexterity.

Y’all have a great day and I’ll be back when my computer has been liberated from the Apple Store.

Earlier today I was trying to figure out what on earth I could write about because, while our weekend was lovely and peaceful and serene, it was also very uneventful. And then I realized I had a few things to share but lacked the energy or the inclination to put them into any sort of narrative format. Thus, the following list was born.

1. I tried the baking soda on my hair and it worked like a charm. A charm I tell you. My hair had tons of volume and curled the way I wanted it to and the whole thing. It was absolutely perfect until I walked outside in the 100% humidity and it ruined it all. But that’s not the baking soda’s fault.

2. After much deliberation, I ended up buying a bottle of Amplify shampoo. I nearly went with Pureology because of all the love in the comments from last week, but it seemed to be geared more towards women that color their hair and I don’t color my hair. Yet.

As of now, my method of removing gray hair is to pluck them out with my tweezers. However, I think my hairline is beginning to recede so it may be time to reconsider the whole hair color thing.

So I bought Amplify since it seems to offer what I’m looking for, maximum volume. I also bought some Moroccan Oil and loved the way it made my hair feel. I’ll keep you posted on my thoughts after I’ve had a chance to see how my hair does when humidity isn’t a factor. Rumor has it there’s a cold front coming through on Wednesday and temps will PLUMMET to the mid-70’s.

3. On Friday night, P and I ended up watching Pretty Woman because there was nothing else on. I mentioned several times how I just absolutely coveted Julia’s hair and wardrobe in that entire movie back in 1990. (The brown polka dot dress? The orange walking shorts ensemble when she and Kit are talking by the pool at the Reg Bev Wil? Oh did I long for those outfits.) And then I said, “I think there were times I succeeded in getting my hair that big.”

P responded, “I think there were times you exceeded getting your hair that big.”

Well played, P. Well played.

4. Caroline and P went fishing again on Saturday. Here’s a little video of her with her fish if you’re interested.

Catfish from Big Mama on Vimeo.

In case you were wondering, P left his big hat at home.

Also, a few of you asked about the ranch last time. It’s a piece of property that belongs to P’s godfather and he lets us go down there whenever we want. I just wanted to clarify in case you had visions of us being like the Ewings with crystal decanters full of whiskey and outwitting Cliff Barnes every time he tries to take over our oil company.

5. I bought a bunch of fruit at the store yesterday in the hopes that I’ll actually, you know, eat it instead of a Hostess Cupcake next time I want a snack. I’ll let you know how that goes. The problem with oranges is their lack of chocolate with creme filling.

Y’all have a great day.