I heard an ad for a research study on the radio that was trying to recruit participants with "moderate" acne, which they defined as 20-50 "angry, red pimples" and 30-100 whiteheads or blackheads. Currently on their face all at one time. And that's moderate acne? Holy crap, what does severe acne look like?
I'm so chubby omg I hate it. But apparently not enough to stop eating.
So here's something to make me feel like a shlub. More of a shlub. Walking down the aisle at Sam's Club and I pass by this fit couple. They're wearing their exercise gear, and their cart is full of Egg Beaters and turkey sausage and produce and I'm sure there was wheat germ and tofu hidden in there. Who knows. But it made me feel even more chubby as I pass by carrying a vat of Mrs Butterworth's and the jumbo box of granola bars. I feel like we eat OK, not as good as we could, but not as bad. It's hard sometimes. It's hard to find healthy food that's quick that everyone will eat. And I swear food prices have gone up. I am spending obscene amounts of money on groceries every month.
Northern Utah Model United Nations competition was last Saturday. I am now officially finished with Saturdays until next October. Woot! This deserves a celebration. I think I will sleep until 8:30 next Saturday. Anyone who wakes me up will face my wrath. Except that we are going camping, so maybe not.
We are going camping this weekend. It's Spring Break. Sean just went and got the trailer tonight. It will be fun, but it will also be work. Boo for the vacations that are more work than vacation, but yay for getting outside and campfire and hiking and bacon for breakfast.
Grading my students' argumentation papers is driving me to drink. Like seriously. One girl was arguing that cheerleading should be considered a sport, and one of her reasons was that cheerleaders train as hard as or harder than any other sport. She said that cheerleaders train 24/7, year round. Really? You guys train all day and all night, every day of the week? Wow! Dedication! Sigh. Methinks she doesn't know what 24/7 means. Another girl wrote that she "literally died." You sure about that, sweetie? Blah. There were some other unintentionally funny things, but dangit I don't remember what they were.
My Uncle Norm died last week. It was a shock, especially since we had just received an invite to his birthday party. How sucky for my aunt to be planning an 80th bday party one minute and a funeral the next. I went to the funeral on Thursday. It was very nice, and I learned some neat things about him. I also got to see cousins that I never see, and I thoroughly enjoyed that, even though I'm the most awkward person on the planet. I got to go out to lunch with my mom, Katie, Scott, Wendy, and their kids after too, so that was a bonus. Scott left to go back to work, and the rest of us sat around talking for a long time. When I told Sean that, he said, "And Scott's kids were good that whole time??" Yep. They were complete angels. Sean wants me to find out how they get them to do that. Magic, I'm thinking.
I think I may finally be ready for a cool car. I never really care what I drive. My requirements are simple. It has to be able to get me where I need to go, and at least one of our vehicles needs to be able to pull our monstrosity of a trailer. And it has to have a working radio. That's pretty much it. I mean, I like a nice car and all... but the only car that I think is cool enough to actually drop more than like 5K on is a 57 Corvette, so... Yeah. Sean and I were watching a Corvette auction on TV, and the one I want sold for well over a million. But the other day I was gassing up and a Mustang with a nice sexy engine came rumbling up, and I decided I might be ready to ditch the Suburban for something a lot more fun.
Monday, March 24, 2014
Song Of the Day
The first time I heard this song I was meh... Cheesy love song, whatever. But then I saw the video, and it actually made me like the song way better. It's cute and sweet and funny. Can't go wrong with that combo.
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Random Thoughts
My camera...still lost. It's not a nice camera, so I don't much care that way... it's just that my Christmas pics are lost. Boo. So sad.
I really don't have much that's interesting to say, but I'm going to attempt to write something anyway.
I accidentally turned on talk radio in the car the other day and started listening to some idiot who was in the middle of talking about why men in Hollywood make so much more than women. He explained that of the top 10 male earners in Hollywood, 8 of the 10 are over the age of 40. Well, let's just say 9, because Leo DeCaprio is 39. So, basically, 9 of the 10 top earning men in Hollywood are aged 40 and over. Only 2 of the 10 top female earners in Hollywood are over the age of 40. Then he patiently explained, as if his audience were stupid, that the longer you've been in any business, the more money you make. So, he claims, of course it makes perfect sense that the men make more money than the women because they have built up earning power over all those years. And I'm yelling at the radio... We know that, you @$$, here's the question you should be addressing... Why are there no women over 40 still making any money in Hollywood, when there are plenty of men over 40??? Because Hollywood has a major double standard when it comes to youth for women vs. men. Stupid idiot. And that is why I do not listen to talk radio. Ever. Give me some nice, mellow country song about dancing barefoot in the moonlight and drinking beer.
So, I went to get my first mammogram a few weeks ago, and I just knew that it was going to come back with some sort of irregularity. Because that's what my body does. I didn't figure it would amount to anything, but I figured they'd make me go back for additional images. And sure enough, the letter came... Hey, we think your right boob might be trying to kill you, come back and let us look at it some more. So I did, and they took some more pictures, and the doctor was like... nah, you're fine. Go home. So that's good.
This kills me. I've started to write about it 6 different times in 6 different ways and then just deleted and said screw it. But no. I have something to say. I cannot stand the hypocrisy of a woman saying, "I'm tired of working moms judging me for being a stay at home mom. They think what I do isn't hard or I'm not fulfilling my potential. But what I do is harder than working would be. I stay at home because being home for my kids is way more important than earning money or getting recognition by others." Ok, how do you say that kind of bullcrap with a straight face? How do you sit here and say that you are tired of people thinking what you do isn't important, and then IN PRACTICALLY THE SAME SENTENCE tell someone else that what they are doing isn't important? Seriously. How do you say that you are tired of people judging you, and then in the same breath judge someone else? Jeez. That comment was posted in a discussion on feminist mormon housewives recently, and I've read something similar many, many times. Also, who says working moms get any more recognition than anyone else? There seems to be this stereotypical idea of what a "working mom" is, and she wears power suits and goes out to lunches and works in an office and receives accolades for her work... Yeah, what about moms who work at Target and cleaning motel rooms and about a billion other jobs? What kind of recognition do you think they're out there getting? Not to mention, I hate hate this thing where people have to believe that they are doing The Hardest Job In The World. Why do some people have the need to feel like what they are doing is harder than anyone else. I mean, we all have those pity party moments, sure. But I would never dare to tell other people that what I do is more difficult than what they do. Are you kidding me? How do I know? Why does it matter anyway? What I do is really difficult for me. Why do I care if other people are doing stuff that's harder or easier?
Two weekends ago was Region debate. We took 2nd place. It was fun, glad it's over. A few more, and then we're done for the year. Tomorrow and Saturday are State, and then Model U.N. the next week.
March Party is tentatively scheduled for Sunday. A hike and a picnic. However, grocery shopping, frozen meal assembly, and Prom dress shopping are also scheduled for Sunday, so we shall see what wins out.
Today was so beautiful! Utah is such a funny place. I don't see anybody in winter coats, unless they are going to be outside for an extended period, if the temperature is above 30. This morning when I took the kids to school, it was in the 30s, cold enough to see your breath, and plenty of kids were in shorts and capris, and no kid had on anything heavier than a hoodie. After school it was in the 50s, and I told Lexi to go outside and play. She said, "No! No one will come outside because it's too hot!" So funny how relative everything is. I asked her what we were going to do this summer when it's 100.
I bought my Tim McGraw tickets! So excited. Every once in a while I think about it and get all happy dancey. Sean wants to go see Blake Shelton and The Band Perry because he has a crush on Kimberly Perry, so I will be buying those next.
I really don't have much that's interesting to say, but I'm going to attempt to write something anyway.
I accidentally turned on talk radio in the car the other day and started listening to some idiot who was in the middle of talking about why men in Hollywood make so much more than women. He explained that of the top 10 male earners in Hollywood, 8 of the 10 are over the age of 40. Well, let's just say 9, because Leo DeCaprio is 39. So, basically, 9 of the 10 top earning men in Hollywood are aged 40 and over. Only 2 of the 10 top female earners in Hollywood are over the age of 40. Then he patiently explained, as if his audience were stupid, that the longer you've been in any business, the more money you make. So, he claims, of course it makes perfect sense that the men make more money than the women because they have built up earning power over all those years. And I'm yelling at the radio... We know that, you @$$, here's the question you should be addressing... Why are there no women over 40 still making any money in Hollywood, when there are plenty of men over 40??? Because Hollywood has a major double standard when it comes to youth for women vs. men. Stupid idiot. And that is why I do not listen to talk radio. Ever. Give me some nice, mellow country song about dancing barefoot in the moonlight and drinking beer.
So, I went to get my first mammogram a few weeks ago, and I just knew that it was going to come back with some sort of irregularity. Because that's what my body does. I didn't figure it would amount to anything, but I figured they'd make me go back for additional images. And sure enough, the letter came... Hey, we think your right boob might be trying to kill you, come back and let us look at it some more. So I did, and they took some more pictures, and the doctor was like... nah, you're fine. Go home. So that's good.
This kills me. I've started to write about it 6 different times in 6 different ways and then just deleted and said screw it. But no. I have something to say. I cannot stand the hypocrisy of a woman saying, "I'm tired of working moms judging me for being a stay at home mom. They think what I do isn't hard or I'm not fulfilling my potential. But what I do is harder than working would be. I stay at home because being home for my kids is way more important than earning money or getting recognition by others." Ok, how do you say that kind of bullcrap with a straight face? How do you sit here and say that you are tired of people thinking what you do isn't important, and then IN PRACTICALLY THE SAME SENTENCE tell someone else that what they are doing isn't important? Seriously. How do you say that you are tired of people judging you, and then in the same breath judge someone else? Jeez. That comment was posted in a discussion on feminist mormon housewives recently, and I've read something similar many, many times. Also, who says working moms get any more recognition than anyone else? There seems to be this stereotypical idea of what a "working mom" is, and she wears power suits and goes out to lunches and works in an office and receives accolades for her work... Yeah, what about moms who work at Target and cleaning motel rooms and about a billion other jobs? What kind of recognition do you think they're out there getting? Not to mention, I hate hate this thing where people have to believe that they are doing The Hardest Job In The World. Why do some people have the need to feel like what they are doing is harder than anyone else. I mean, we all have those pity party moments, sure. But I would never dare to tell other people that what I do is more difficult than what they do. Are you kidding me? How do I know? Why does it matter anyway? What I do is really difficult for me. Why do I care if other people are doing stuff that's harder or easier?
Two weekends ago was Region debate. We took 2nd place. It was fun, glad it's over. A few more, and then we're done for the year. Tomorrow and Saturday are State, and then Model U.N. the next week.
March Party is tentatively scheduled for Sunday. A hike and a picnic. However, grocery shopping, frozen meal assembly, and Prom dress shopping are also scheduled for Sunday, so we shall see what wins out.
Today was so beautiful! Utah is such a funny place. I don't see anybody in winter coats, unless they are going to be outside for an extended period, if the temperature is above 30. This morning when I took the kids to school, it was in the 30s, cold enough to see your breath, and plenty of kids were in shorts and capris, and no kid had on anything heavier than a hoodie. After school it was in the 50s, and I told Lexi to go outside and play. She said, "No! No one will come outside because it's too hot!" So funny how relative everything is. I asked her what we were going to do this summer when it's 100.
I bought my Tim McGraw tickets! So excited. Every once in a while I think about it and get all happy dancey. Sean wants to go see Blake Shelton and The Band Perry because he has a crush on Kimberly Perry, so I will be buying those next.
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