The List update

Please tell me I'm not a failure and I didn't wimp out, get soft or let my vanity get the better of me. I dyed my hair. #46 of my list says that I will let my hair grow long enough to see my natural color. A good spin doctor would say I accomplished that goal half way. I was/am clearly able to see that the bulk of my hair is a mousy kind of gray. I don't think it would quite look like Heloise if I let my hair grow all the way, but it's still a respectable gray.
I just couldn't stand it. I was faced with the choice of cutting my hair, the dyed parts off or dying my hair, which of course would make me throw #7 right out of the window.
Oh gosh.
I'll let you know how it turns out.

Wide Wide Wordle of Dreams

I created a wordle out of all of the dreams I've recorded over the last 3 years.

A toast (clink) to how screwed up I am when I'm sleeping.




all I have to say is CONSTANTINE MAROULIS??? I had one dream about him and it wasn't even "that kind" of dream.

One thing leads to another . . . ..

This morning I downloaded a new update to my Blackberry, which to my surprise and wonder included the ability to make videos. It didn't have that feature before. Now it does. Yay.

To celebrate I did the stairs. To celebrate even further, I recorded my descent in a series of 4 videos.

Don't get mad at me for talking smack about tourists.

Here you go . . .
Part 1

Part deux

part c

Last but not least -- The last one

Next time I'll video going up the stairs.

Parents say the craziest things . . . . .

things I've said this week, or things my hubby or kid have said --

-- The kitty is not a drum.

-- Don't pet the kitty with your toast.

-- Stop rubbing broccoli all over your body.

-- "Little Miss, where is your brother?" "He's in the hallway licking his books."

-- stop licking the bathwater
-- little mister is talking to the whiffle ball
-- little mister tried to eat the computer

Knockers and Bras - I did it right.

Back in 2006 when I had a myspace account I wrote a little snippet about an adventure Little Miss and I had at Target. You can find the full text here. Just scroll down to the bottom. Here it is reposted for you in a nutshell (but if you want a good giggle, go back and read the whole post).

Friday, August 04, 2006 - I've always wanted big knockers!

Yesterday Little Miss and I were in Target. We were looking at all of the barrettes and hair ties. All of the sudden Little Miss said "mom, I've always wanted big knockers."

Here's what she meant

Two days ago Little Miss and I went bra shopping. Lemme tell you, just as much of a rite of passage for me as it was for her.

She's been wearing a camisole ("cami" she calls them) for a few months now. The other night I was in the garage switching the wash around. She came downstairs, stood in the doorway and told me she was ready for a bra. I played it cool and said "OK, tomorrow when I get home from work we'll go to Target". She left the garage and I freaked out a little.

The next day we went to Target as promised. We got the smallest sized bra, which I was sure would be too big for her. She tried it on. It was too small. It was too small? Oh my gosh. She tried on the next size up and it was a little too big. OK, at least she isn't ready for the next size up. We went back to the bra section. I picked out something white and functional, and then told her to pick out any 4 bras in her size. I stood back and pretended to look at another rack (no pun intended) while she chose which bras she liked best.

Before we left the bra section, I told her I was a little bit nervous. My first bra experience wasn't exactly fun and I wanted to make sure her first experience was nice. I remember sitting on my bed reading or something and my mom comes to the door of my room and throws a paper bag from Thrifty Drug to me. I open it, notice what it is and then my mom pointed at me and said sharply "and you will wear it". End of story. I told Little Miss the story. She agreed that it didn't sound like a very positive experience. She told me I did OK and didn't make her feel weird. Then I let her look in the girls' section for a few minutes while I went to the boys' section to see if there were any pants on sale for the Little Mister.

We left the store and went home. She went to her room right away and tried on her new garments. We ate dinner and had a normal night.

Later, when she told me good night she whispered in my ear "you did it right".

The Pregnant Lady

Last Friday Muni Diaries hosted an event called "Riders with Drinks" at The Make Out Room in San Francisco.
I've posted a few stories here and there about some of my experiences on Muni. When Hubby heard about the event he told me I had to go. He said I needed to read my posting "Don't Piss Off the Pregnant Lady" on stage in front of the crowd. He said I'd have fun.
I wasn't so sure.
I wasn't afraid to get up on the stage and read my story. I've been on stage a handful of times hula dancing, why should I be afraid reading a few paragraphs about how I tripped a girl who wouldn't give up her seat when I was 6 months preggers? I was afraid of going into an environment, filled with people, and having to talk to them, having to make conversation. Hubby talked me into it. He drove me there with the kiddies in the back seat and then they waited out the event at a nearby hamburger joint. What a great hubby and patient kiddies.
I got there and the place was crowded. Super crowded. Illegally crowded. I got myself a yummy boont amber that they had on tap, yum, and listen to the stories. At the break the host said that anyone who wanted to come up and read their stories could. So I worked my way up to the front and said "I'm the Pregnant Lady you shouldn't piss off". They welcomed me and I read my story on stage. I had a lot of fun and I was glad hubby insisted I go.

Then I met my family at the burger joint, ate my cheeseburger like nobody's business, played with the kiddes then went home.

It was a really fun night.


The Tenderblog's post on Muni Night

Muni Diaries' post on Muni Night

Channeling Agent Dale Cooper

This weekend Hubby found his inner-agent dale cooper.

I did #26 on my list
MAKE A CHERRY PIE.

It wasn't the best cherry pie in the world, but it certainly wasn't the worst. 3/4 of it was gone by the time I woke up on Sunday morning.

I'll have to make another one just for fun.

2 Dreams

Dream #1

My dad is driving a ford pinto. My friend B and I are in the back. We're hungry. My dad stops across the street from a McDonalds and waits in the car while we get food. This McDonalds' parking lot is filled with local gangsters using this place as their Saturday night hang-out. Picture Del Taco in the late '80s but instead of pastel colored mini trucks with booming stereos playing beastie boys or soft cell and giant monster trucks with "spanky" painted on the back window there were real live gangters. Pacman and Hodges were nowhere to be seen. It was just B, me and lotsa gangsters. I told B. that I didn't want to go inside. She brushed me off and went inside. I followed. She was about 2 people ahead of me in line.

Mousie, Sad Girl and Baby Doll came up behind me and thanked me for buying them happy meals. I told them I wasn't going to buy them happy meals and they said "Yes you are". I told them I only had $22, but I really had another $20 in another pocket. They took my $22 and said "it'll do". Then the cholas thanked me very much for never going into their McDonalds ever again. B got mad at me for buying them happy meals.

Dream #2
I don't know why but EAW and IJB were mad at me. So mad at me that not only would they not talk to me, they talked smack about me. I kept going up to them and telling them I wanted to talk about it. They wouldn't. First we were at the 23rd Ave place but it didn't look like the 23rd ave place but I knew it was. Then we were in NY. I needed to get my hair done. I found a cool salon. They said they could take me at 10pm. I walked around a bit, went to the library and then Hubby took me to a tiny Paul Frank store. At 10pm I was ready but they weren't and they told me that my appointment was at 2am. I couldn't leave and come back at 2am, I had to stay the whole time. in the backyard of the salon was a big stretch of grass. people hung out, drank, smoked, relaxed on the grass. I sat on the grass and looked in the sky, turned to my right and saw EAW talking to someone. She said something like "it stinks here, let's move" so she and her party moved. I went to where the jackets were and found EAW's purse and coat. I messed up her purse by taking all the stuff out of the pockets and russled up everything. i made a special point not to steal anything. i didn't want to hurt her, I only wanted to piss her off. Then I put her jacket and purse somewhere else in the coat room and put someone else's jacket that I'd peed on the hook where she originaly left her stuff so when she reached for her jacket she would grab someone else's jacket covered in pee. I left and told the hair dresser that only crazy people get their hair done at 2am.

I was a Hottie in 2003 . . . . . . .

and again in 2006.

I am a Warming Hut Hottie. In 2003 I participated in the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer 3-Day and walked 60 miles and raied $2000 in honor of one of my sisters. She had a different kind of cancer but I felt I needed to do something and couldn't find any kind of event having to do with my sister's kind of cancer, so this is what I did. In 2006 I participated in the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer. This time I only walked a marathon and a half over the course of two days and again, I did it as a Hottie.

This last year cancer has sneaked its way into my life again. First one of Little Miss' friend's dad found out he had non-hodgkin's lymphoma, then my lovely Hula Sister began her battle with breast cancer, then one of Little Miss' classmates found out he had lymphoma, but I don't know what kind. Now I'm learning that cancer has attacked my family once again.

I feel called into action. I'm thinking of signing up for the Susan G. Komen 3Day for 2009. It's the 2nd week of October, which is 3 weeks before the big Hula Show that I get to be a part of. Can I? Should I do it? Can I raise $2300? I just asked a bunch of people to send me money so I could climb 52 flights of stairs. Can I really be so bold as to ask more people for more money?

$2300 is a lot of dough.