A new son?

It's funny how no matter what generation you grow up in, teenagers will go through the same phases. I guess it's a teenager thing that most boys go through. For my son, it's the longer hair. ( I don't want to really call it long because compared to some it's not.) I know when I was young, many boys I knew had long hair. I suppose it's a way of rebelling-or a form of expression, whatever you want to call it, as a parent you have to choose your battles. I guess because this wasn't that extreme I tired not to fight it. However, I desperately wanted him to cut it. The problem is finding a place that would do a good job. I used to take him to the place I went to. It always looked great, but she started to get too expensive so I tried taking him to places like Super Cuts. Well, after every visit, I would end up having to "fix" it, or trying to. Recently, I talked him into trying a new place and I tell the lady he wants the same style just shorter. Well, when she's done, it looks just about the same as before we started. Now, keep in mind the ladies are all Asian and it's hard to understand them, but what we did understand was that she said. " I layered it, I layered it." I tried to tell her we wanted it shorter but she insisted that she "layered it" Now all I can think of is that comedy skit about the nail salons, (go here to watch, very funny) I wasn't going to debate over it, I was only out six bucks. Needless, to say I relented and we went back to our favorite hair lady. It was worth it. G-man decided that it was time to cut the locks and we're both happy with the result. She even got him to put product in his hair, and this from the boy who ran away screaming every time I pulled out the hairspray.



Before (not right before but the best I could do)




After (the picture doesn't do the cut justice but you get the idea)

An Evening out

Hubby and I had a wonderful night out celebrating my birthday. It's so nice to have a chance to get away and remember that we're not just parents but husband and wife. It sure is easy to forget that sometimes. So here's to another year older. The last year of my youth, as a friend put it. I should be grateful because this is the year that all my friends I graduated with turn 40.
Not that it matters, I have friends that span a decade in each direction. Beautiful, talented women, no matter what their age. Here's my problem with me getting older. If I'm going to be 39 then, by golly, let me be 39. Someone tell my complexion because I still have breakouts like I'm 16! Now, when I look in the mirror, not only do I have pimples but I have wrinkles too! Really, is it too much for me to ask to enjoy a clear complexion before I have grandkids? It's a bit embarrassing when you breakout worse than your teenagers. I thought pimples were something that went away with age? I'm still waiting......

Happy Birthday to Me!!!

or as my husband reminded me "Be happy, it's your birthday and your not 40 yet!"

I wonder what he's going to say next year!??

Mattress surfing

You have to admit that even the name sounds fun, doesn't it? So the other day we spent some time rearranging bedrooms and in the process ended up with an extra mattress. So the kids asked if they could do some mattress surfing. With the thought of Julie Andrews gracefully "surfing" down her grand staircase in Princess Diaries 2, I said, sure, why not. For those of you interested in trying this let me just give you a bit of advice.

#1 The longer the staircase the better and
#2 make sure there's enough space between the last step and the wall to prevent this.......





Luckily, the wall got the worst of it. That's Liv showing off her circle wound, although, I don't know if you can see it.
I have to say, I must have still been thinking about Julie Andrews when I saw the hole because I didn't even get angry. After all, it was an activity I ok'd. Trying to put a positive spin on this, I think Hubby will give Liv a lesson in drywall repair. At least, she'll learn a Life Skill for her home school requirements.

C'est la vie

Relief

Hopefully everyone is having a good start to 2010. I have to say that ours didn't start off well but I'm hopefull that now it will get better. On NYE we went to a friend's house to hang out, watch movies, eat, etc. It was about 12:30 by the time we got home. Hubby had already been home for about 1/2 hour from work. As we walk in, he getting on his bike to leave. He said that our dog had chewed through the fence and was gone. (if I was thinking, I'd take a picture, but it's dark now so maybe tomorrow) I guess he got spooked by the fireworks and noise of our neighbors. We both rode around for about an hour looking for him with no luck. The next day we called the shelters with no luck. We posted "lost dog" sign around our neighborhood. Nothing. I thought for sure someone would have picked him up and taken him to an animal shelter but when we didn't hear anything I thought maybe he was still out there. Just before 5pm Sat night my neighbor called and said that she was just leaving her Mom's house about a mile away and thought she saw our dog. Gman and I raced down there and there he was in the street looking so lost and disoriented. As soon as we realized it was him we stopped and called him, he jumped into the van. Poor dog was panting and whining, and he was so dehydrated. We brought him home, he was fed and bathed and all is well now. I have to say how surprised I was at myself. I'm usually the one frustrated with him because his hair is everywhere or he's always under my feet. but I have to say I really felt a loss when he was gone. Needless, to say, everyone is happy now and he is really getting spoiled with all the attention he's getting. All is well.