I'm going bald. My hair is coming out by the fistfuls. When I wash my hair and run my fingers through my hair to get all the soap out, I have to wash my hands of all the hair that came out with it. It's really gross. I'm really wondering what the deal is. I am still nursing my little girl, but I nursed Micheal until he was 10 months old, and Rebecca is only 9 months. I don't remember this last go around. Luckily, it's just an all over general thinning instead of one specific spot. Stupidly, I mentioned my fear to my husband. His response was that he would still love me... even when I'm old, fat and bald. How sweet. Wait a minute! Did I say anything about my age or weight? No, I just told him about my hair!?! What is he implying? Argh.
This conversation was followed up a few days later when we were shopping for some new pants for him. I happened to see a cute shirt on sale, so I tried it on. Here is the conversation:
Me: What do you think?
Him: (eyes locked on my chest) I like that shirt.
Me: Hey, does the design around the bottom make my butt look big?
Him: Not any more than usual.
Me: Gee, thanks dear.
Him: Well, that's why we're working out now, so that it will get smaller again.
A week later, he swore that he didn't remember that conversation, and agreed with me that it wasn't the most loving comment he could have made. That didn't stop him from giving me a hard time about anything else, though.
That's the key to a great marriage, right? Great communication!
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Sunday, July 27, 2008
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Tidbits
Kill Count = 4
I drive a neutral colored vehicle. I have always called it the invisible car, because everyone wants to pull out in front of me like they didn’t even see me coming. Well, apparently, humans aren’t the only ones that miss seeing me coming. In the past month, on four different occasions, a large swarm of little birds have flown across the road I am driving on, and there is always one or two that are straggling a little farther behind, and they fly so low to the ground there is no way to avoid them. So, four little birds have gone to meet their maker by the means of the front grill of my vehicle. It’s not my fault, I swear, they just fly too low to the ground and then they meet my grill. Survival of the fittest, right?
Another first:
Last night I sat down and figured out why my mom always stayed up so late at night. She was always finishing something that she wanted to get done so that she didn’t have to stress about it the next day. Tomorrow my child has his first Valentine’s Day party at school. He was sent home with a list of his friends and instructions on what to send with him. Being the “on top of it” mommy that I am, I bought everything that he needed this past weekend, and then got it ready last night so that it could go with him today so that I didn’t have to worry about forgetting anything tomorrow. I sat there writing out Valentine’s cards to kids I know by face, not name, yet, remembering the days of school when you went through and opened up all the little cards from your friends, and others that weren’t necessarily friends, but the teacher made sure that everyone got one… And so it begins.
You know you’re tired when…
You write your name instead of your child’s name on the “from:” part of the Valentine’s Day cards you’re doing for his class. I guess that’s what I get for naming him with the same start of his name as mine. Next time I’ll be more careful when picking out the perfect baby names.
I drive a neutral colored vehicle. I have always called it the invisible car, because everyone wants to pull out in front of me like they didn’t even see me coming. Well, apparently, humans aren’t the only ones that miss seeing me coming. In the past month, on four different occasions, a large swarm of little birds have flown across the road I am driving on, and there is always one or two that are straggling a little farther behind, and they fly so low to the ground there is no way to avoid them. So, four little birds have gone to meet their maker by the means of the front grill of my vehicle. It’s not my fault, I swear, they just fly too low to the ground and then they meet my grill. Survival of the fittest, right?
Another first:
Last night I sat down and figured out why my mom always stayed up so late at night. She was always finishing something that she wanted to get done so that she didn’t have to stress about it the next day. Tomorrow my child has his first Valentine’s Day party at school. He was sent home with a list of his friends and instructions on what to send with him. Being the “on top of it” mommy that I am, I bought everything that he needed this past weekend, and then got it ready last night so that it could go with him today so that I didn’t have to worry about forgetting anything tomorrow. I sat there writing out Valentine’s cards to kids I know by face, not name, yet, remembering the days of school when you went through and opened up all the little cards from your friends, and others that weren’t necessarily friends, but the teacher made sure that everyone got one… And so it begins.
You know you’re tired when…
You write your name instead of your child’s name on the “from:” part of the Valentine’s Day cards you’re doing for his class. I guess that’s what I get for naming him with the same start of his name as mine. Next time I’ll be more careful when picking out the perfect baby names.
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