The Dress Returns

I went shopping with Mom today. We had a great time. Went to the mall. Haven't been in ages. Lots to see. We were like the robot in that movie with "Steph fan ie" The robot who loves input.

But I digress.

I wore "the dress" today. You know, the one I wrote about 2 posts ago. The amazing dress. The miracle boob dress.

Anyway, OH Lawrd! I got compliments left and right. Mom was frrreeeaakking out. She was amazed. And it wasn't me they would compliment. It was the DRESS!

I had one lady screech it across the front of the Cabela's entrance. "I LOVE THAT DRESS!

I did the best I could. I smiled and said thanks. (The dress can't talk ya know.)

Mom told hubby she wished she would have counted. There was just too much input :)

Super Glue Stories

The world is going to come crashing down to a stand still. The yellow drum broke. Cracked. The hard plastic part. Guess we'll be super gluing. Get out the nail polish remover. I always stick my fingers together.

Along the lines of super glue, I have to tell you folks. It isn't an urban myth. One of the sweet ladies I work with? Her daughter (who is about my age, not some young teenager) actually put super glue in her eye one night, thinking it was eye drops. Needless to say, it was a horrific ordeal.

I don't keep the two anywhere near each other just because of this. Why would you have super glue on your bedside table anyway??? It goes in that mess of a junk drawer, so you have to dig and find it when you need it the most. But of course you can't find it when you need it. And if you do, it's all froze up because it didn't get shut right and you have to go buy more, use it once, then throw it out three months later, and the cycle goes on and on.

So the tip for the day? Don't put super glue in your eye. And don't play Rockband like you're auditioning for Megadeath.

The Latest News

School's out.

I'm getting ready to build an Ark or something that will float.

I finally ventured onto to facebook to find family and friends and see where they lurk.

I'm regretting putting away the winter clothing. Webster is going to have to redefine summer soon. Sorry folks but bring on the global warming!

I'm taking pics and uploading pics (except to facebook, which I seem to have broke after uploading a profile pic - that gives me a warm fuzzy feeling about how I look)

I'm writing a bunch - forget house work and such, dog gone it, I'm on vacation!

I'm wondering how long I can stay at the house without getting in the car - I might try to beat my record of 5 days 0 how glorious would that be??

I am working on the "hard" level guitar on Rock Band, as I am sure this will help me somehow later in life and attribute to my success.

I played poker the other night for the first time in ages. I still got it, but somehow NOT enough to help attribute to my success later in life.

I played Marble Madness the other night for the first time in months. I still got that too. Never know when one of the kids in class will want to challenge me and I will need a wicked bank shot to win.

I debated for 5 minutes, literally standing there last night, as to which book I should read before I went to sleep. I settled for War of the Worlds. The words and language put me right out, they are so dog gone fancy. (I'll let you figure out what my other choice was.)

I watched 3 bunnies play in the yard last night - so cute! (of course it was out the window because it was raining again)

What I haven't done is anything dumb lately. Surprise! It's only a matter of time.

Computers

What a nightmare.

The other night I was close to tears (and that really doesn't happen much). I came home early (skipped a meeting which I NEVER do) and put on my swimsuit to go out and enjoy the sun (which we haven't had much of during this month).

After that, hubby informed me that the new modem had come (we have been having major connectivity issues). I dreaded it but knew I couldn't get on without tackling this problem.

So, dressed in my swimsuit (I guess at that point I was still optimistic) I headed down into the dungeon to work on the main computer for the house. It was cold and dark and sunless. Yuck!

I spent the next three hours talking to the At&t people on the phone and the linksys people. What a damn nightmare. And yes that was a cuss word and I could use a lot more.

I finally got it hooked up where the computer would work, but none of the laptops would work and when I went through the router, the main computer couldn't get online either.

At that point, I called my sister, begging and about to cry because I was so frustrated. (Of course the directions they sent to change out the modem were only a 1/4 page, 10 lines long and it should have worked, but NOOOOO, nothing can ever be that simple)

Anyway, my dear sister spent another hour and a half on the phone with me and then had to get off without getting it working. But she had gotten me to a point where I could retry the directions the linksys people had given me. I did - and it worked.

IT ONLY TOOK SIX HOURS!!!!!!

Needless to say, I was exhausted and my brain was fried. What an absolute mess. I took off my swimsuit and went to bed.

The Power of a New Dress

I had an unusually long day yesterday - the kids had the violin concert in the evening. Rather than come home and fight traffic back, I stayed in the area. I went shopping to my most favorite store, Steinmart.

For those of you who don't know, I consider Steinmart the home to everything that glitters. It is full of all kinds of flashy and fun clothes and costume jewelry and purses and shoes. It's my kind of place.

I ended up buying the cutest pair of plaid madras long shorts (is that an oxymoron????) that are adorable. And then I found a dress.

It's unique. It was made, then printed on, so it has striped areas where the print didn't get, much like tye dye. The material is a flowy polyester and it is brightly colored in some wild designs that are very 70's. Needless to say, I absolutely fell in love with it, even on the hanger.

Then, a miracle occured. I put it on. And I had boobs. I don't know where they came from or how they got there. They just appeared when I put the dress on. And then, when I took it off, they were gone.

Of course Mr. Daisy loves this dress as much as I do. I keep hoping he will be like Gomez and tell me, "Morticia Daisy, never take that dress off," and I won't. (Cause you know sometimes he DOES call me Morticia, like when I forget to water or to throw out the dead flowers in the vase)

Anyway, I got completely side tracked. Back to the dress . . .

So I bought it then headed to the violin concert, then home. I thought about it the whole way home and couldn't wait to wear it today. I thought about it all night and kept thinking, "I get to wear my new dress tomorrow!" Then as I went to bed, I thought, "I get to wear my new dress tomorrow!"

And of course, when I woke up this morning (which is something I absolutely hate doing) I thought, "I get to wear my new dress today!"

It kinda made it all better. It's funny what a new dress can do for you.

Date Differences

So a few posts back I did one about things you don't want to hear on a date. This one is a twist on that idea, stemming from something hubby said the other night.

Things A Guy Does Want to Hear on a Date
1. I'm getting drunk.
2. You smell good.
3. Have another beer! I'll buy!
4. That made me dizzy.
5. I'm ready to leave.

Things A Girl DOESN'T Want to Hear on a Date
1. I'm getting drunk.
2. You smell, uh, good.
3. Have another beer!
4. That made me dizzy (as you walk back from the dance floor after a fast dance without him)
5. I'm ready to leave.

Funny huh?

Do Yourself

Here it is folks. Just what you all wanted to hear. Things hubby might say to let you know you've let yourself go a bit too long and it's time to do something.

1. Are you going back to brown hair?
2. I am assuming with those toe nails that you are entering the tree climbing contest.
3. Do you need me to buy you some razors?
4. Is the tanning place only open during the times you work?
5. Did your curling iron break? (you can also substitute clothes iron, hot rollers, and hair dryer)
6. That makeup you're using must be getting old.
7. The pedicure place is under new management. I saw the sign. Want me to make you an appointement? Also along the same lines, With those feet, it's a good thing the satin sheets aren't on, huh?
8. Could that hair under your chin be attached there?

I have to admit, these are things he hasn't said. But I am feeling he is probably thinking them. Guess that's what I'm doing this weekend.
And if you thought I was gonna post another picture of my feet, forget it!

Happy Cinco de Mayo

Donde esta la cerveza? hehe

(I hope I just asked where my beer was and wasn't asking something else!)

How bout this little funny for the day -

One of my students was writing about his condition, known to him as "lactoesentalerants."

Happy Birthday to Me (a couple days late)

41. Sounds kinda not so young any more. But I still feel pretty young. Well, not pretty, but young. And not young so much as NOT old. Except on days when I FEEL old, achy and decrepit. Like when I don't get enough sleep, I push my body too hard, or well, add another cork to the collection.

Things I still like even though I probably shouldn't
1. trying to shoot out the star at the carnival
2. mini skirts and high heels
3. bikinis
4. long hair
5. loud music
6. riding rides at the carnival
7. making up games
8. having people sing happy birthday to me
9. my birthday
10. Corvettes
11. presents
12. birthday decorations

Things I should like more (but probably won't) that are better for my age
1. sensible shoes
2. old lady clothes
3. better coverage make up and wrinkle cream
4. cooking (that's just an absolute won't)
5. elevator music
6. quiet nights

:)

I have so much to say and absolutely no time - gotta go enjoy my birthday presents! Yeah!!!!!