Randomness

I am whipped. Need to remember to write in the mornings, not at 4:14 in the afternoon when I'm completely wiped out from work. My boss is going out of town the rest of the week, then I'm out next week, so I've been very busy trying to get some things wrapped up today.

In other news, the orange hair spray paint goo that I used to make my Wilma Flintstone 'do last Friday night is STILL not out of my hair. I have little flecks of the stuff clinging to my hair here and there, despite having shampooed multiple times since then. Hm.

And finally, this makes me happy. It was recorded at the Rose Bowl, not in Chicago where I saw them, but still reminds me of that fantastic event (can't call it just a concert) at Soldier Field.

NaBloPoMo

No, it's not some kind of sandwich you'll find in New Orleans, NaBloPoMo is National Blog Posting Month. Like the site says, "Post every day for a month. That's all you have to do." Well, I'm already two days behind, but I'm going to give this thing a shot. With a couple of caveats -- I seriously doubt I will post on weekends, as I spend all day Monday through Friday in front of a computer and have no interest in logging on on the weekends. Also, I'm having surgery on Monday, so not sure how much I'll feel like posting once that's done. But, blog as often as possible this month, I will. Even if it's just to post pics. Like this from Halloween:

Yes, I'm Jealous

If I read another Facebook status update from a stay-at-home mom which has something to do with:

• going back to bed after getting the kids on the bus, or
• taking a nap on a weekday, or
• reading a book whilst sipping a cup of tea and listening to the rain

I'm going to lose it.

I Need a Wife

This is the time of year where it feels like I'm getting on a speeding train that doesn't stop until New Year's Day. Halloween's coming up and although I have already bought Lauren's costume, I still need to get tights or leggings to go under it. We have a family Halloween party to go to in a week and a half and I have nothing. I thought it would be funny to go as this family:

But now I'm questioning if I really want to wear that little of clothing in semi-public. I never wear dresses/skirts and rarely go sleeveless and hoo boy, we've got both going on here. Plus, I'm not about to spend $50 for each of the costumes, so I'm not sure what I'm going to do. Make something out of old sheets? (and I don't sew)

This time of year also always involves a wardrobe re-vamp for Lauren, since she doesn't fit into anything warm from last year. I feel like the wardrobe manager for a tiny diva, always on the hunt for something new for her, coordinating outfits, buying new shoes, socks, everything. Right now I'm trying to find a hat and mittens, which you would think wouldn't be that tough, but there is nothing out there for a kid her size, it's either baby stuff of big kid stuff.

Speaking of clothes, I need to find something for Lauren to wear for her 3-year pictures next month. And us, too, if we're going to be in some of them. Haven't had a family picture done since she was a baby so should probably do that.

Sounds like my life is all about clothing of one kind or another. I've also got 2 birthday parties to plan, potential visitors to prepare for, and less than 4 weeks to get caught up at work before being out for a week for gall bladder surgery, and possibly 2 weeks of jury duty right after that. Then we'll be past Thanksgiving and the REAL fun will begin.

I'm here

Good lord, I need to do a better job of writing. Everything has slipped lately -- housework (more than usual), work, taking care of myself. My grandma died last week. I went home for the calling hours (people around here have never heard of that term; they call it "visitation") and the funeral. The funeral was a hard day, but it was good to be with family. My extended family is not very affectionate with each other, but we cried and hugged a lot and that was good for us. I still feel raw from the whole thing, and that, combined with work pressure (I am so behind and it's only going to get worse as I will potentially be gone from work for 3 weeks next month because I have to have surgery and then 2 weeks of jury duty), makes me feel on the verge of tears all the time. It will get better.

This Just In From Hollywood

Katherine Heigl, from "Grey's Anatomy," which I've never seen, is adopting a baby from Korea. You can read the whole story here.

Great, fine, I'm happy for her. Until I got to this: "Heigl, whose sister Meg is adopted from Korea, told USA Today that adopting a child is something she's 'always planned.' 'I'm done with the whole idea of having my own children,' Heigl said. '[It] doesn't seem like any fun. I don't think it's necessary to go through all of that.'"

Okay, I'm going to ignore the obvious "hey, I'm adopting so I don't have to go through the messy inconvenience of pregnancy" (because, Lordy, adopting is just such an easy, trouble-free process).

But, um, Katherine? Your baby from Korea will, in fact, be YOUR OWN child.

Methinks someone needs a bit of adoption education before getting on the plane to Korea.

Hey lady, it's not a clown car!

I'm all for reproductive freedom (mostly; very complex issue for me), but COME ON!