So I went and got my hair done this week. I don't love it. Somehow when I walked through the door to the salon, all my brain cells quit functioning. The stylist was talking to me about what I wanted, and she suggested a little different color than what I've been doing, and I said fine, and then she asked if I wanted to try to dye the unpigmented white hair that I have underneath and increasingly throughout my hair, and I said.... sure. Why not. She asked if we'd ever tried it before, and I said no, and at that moment I could not remember why. It took exactly 4 hours and 15 minutes and 4 stylists working on my hair for me to remember why I never try to dye the white parts. Oh yeah, that one time, years ago, a stylist told me that she tried to dye a white spot in her client's hair and it turned purple. That scared me. Then I've been told by other stylists that unpigmented hair like that can be unpredictable. That scared me. Plus, even if it did take dye properly, I am very low-maintenance, and I don't want to have to re-do my hair every few weeks or else have large chunks of white roots showing. But I didn't remember all of that until I was driving away. Over 4 hours later. Because, you see, the white parts turned purple. Not a cute purple. I would have said cool and left it at that. No, a brownish muddy ugly color with a purplish tinge to it. So she got the owner and the owner tried putting a reddish bronze on it and that helped tone it down and make it better. By this time my stylist's next appointment was there, so two other sylists who didn't have clients at the time worked the rest of the red in, which took forever, because they were basically kinda scrubbing my hair with it. So 4 hours, 15 minutes, 4 stylists, and $100 later... and it looks eh. If anyone ever wonders why I don't do more with myself, this is why. Because it doesn't make a difference. I'm not meant to be one of those women who looks all put together. Some of the stylists there remember me because of my funky hair. Love being a freak of nature. Maybe they could take my DNA and study me too like the UofU. The owner and my stylist were both like, "Oh, I love a challenge!" and "I love a project!" Just trying to be all positive and not let me know they were freaking out inside over the insane color my hair had just turned. But I don't wanna be a challenge or a project! Wah!
We had a garage sale this morning. We didn't make a ton of money, but we really didn't have that much stuff, and what we did have wasn't all that great. Nothing was priced above a couple bucks, and I was just giving stuff away. So I feel pretty good about it. We got rid of almost everything and just had one little load in the back of the truck. I see no point when having a yard sale in bartering with people. Seriously. People are paying me to haul my junk away so I don't have to? I'm not going to argue. Whatever you offer me is what I'm taking. Why turn someone's money down just to have to take it to DI later?
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Monday, August 6, 2012
Nutella 2012
Worth watching.
Disclaimer: These are my ramblings. They are not necessarily well thought out. They are subject to change without notice. When I say "you," I don't really mean you, the reader. I mean people. I am a hypocrite. Sometimes I rant about things that I also do myself. I don't except myself from the things I criticize, and I don't claim to be perfect. That should cover it.
I'm so tired of hearing about how the media distorts everything and how both parties lie and whatever. Who cares what the media does? Who cares what the parties and Rush Limbaugh and politicians say? Find out for yourself what the real scoop is. When I heard this Obama uproar about "You didn't build that" I immediately knew that he wasn't really saying people didn't build their own businesses. It's obvious. Anyone with an ounce of healthy skepticism knows that. So look it up and find out! Maybe you still disagree with his premise and his policy, awesome, but at least be intellectually honest about it instead of lazily listening to the spin. I'm sick of hearing about Mitt Romney's stupid dog, and how he likes to fire people, and how he once bullied someone a hundred years ago in high school, and how Michelle Obama may or may not have said the pledge of allegiance when she was visiting a school (they actually had lip readers find out for sure), and "you didn't build that" and birth certificates. I am interested in Romney's tax returns, simply because he advocates tax cuts for the wealthy. I think that's relevant, and it's common practice for candidates to release them. I don't care how much he made, just tell us what percentage of his income he paid in taxes. I am interested in health care, the economy, civil rights, and foreign policy. Can we effing talk about those things for a few minutes without having to get sidetracked by the bullcrap??? And now I have alienated any friends and family who read my blog. At least I still have you, Russia.
Disclaimer: These are my ramblings. They are not necessarily well thought out. They are subject to change without notice. When I say "you," I don't really mean you, the reader. I mean people. I am a hypocrite. Sometimes I rant about things that I also do myself. I don't except myself from the things I criticize, and I don't claim to be perfect. That should cover it.
I'm so tired of hearing about how the media distorts everything and how both parties lie and whatever. Who cares what the media does? Who cares what the parties and Rush Limbaugh and politicians say? Find out for yourself what the real scoop is. When I heard this Obama uproar about "You didn't build that" I immediately knew that he wasn't really saying people didn't build their own businesses. It's obvious. Anyone with an ounce of healthy skepticism knows that. So look it up and find out! Maybe you still disagree with his premise and his policy, awesome, but at least be intellectually honest about it instead of lazily listening to the spin. I'm sick of hearing about Mitt Romney's stupid dog, and how he likes to fire people, and how he once bullied someone a hundred years ago in high school, and how Michelle Obama may or may not have said the pledge of allegiance when she was visiting a school (they actually had lip readers find out for sure), and "you didn't build that" and birth certificates. I am interested in Romney's tax returns, simply because he advocates tax cuts for the wealthy. I think that's relevant, and it's common practice for candidates to release them. I don't care how much he made, just tell us what percentage of his income he paid in taxes. I am interested in health care, the economy, civil rights, and foreign policy. Can we effing talk about those things for a few minutes without having to get sidetracked by the bullcrap??? And now I have alienated any friends and family who read my blog. At least I still have you, Russia.
Weekend Wrap Up
This weekend Sean and I were looking forward to finally getting to hit some garage sales on Saturday morning since he didn't have to work until the evening. We only got to go to a handful of garage sales, but Sean did manage to find a replacement globe for our lantern. A new one costs $30, so we haven't wanted to buy a new one, but Sean found one for 50 cents. Still in the box, just a little dusty. A lot dusty. But cheap. We decided to go for a drive and check out Crystal Hot Springs for a possible future camping trip and hit the fruit highway for some fresh produce. I thought Crystal Hot Springs sounded fun, but it looked like a hot mess. Emphasis on hot. It was packed wall to wall with people, which is always gross when swimming is involved, the bathrooms were nasty, and it was just hot and dusty and ugly. Everyone goes there, though, so maybe I was just cranky?
Today we went to the Bee's game, and Marilyn came with us. I can't think of very many (realistic) things I'd rather do on a Sunday afternoon in the summer than go to a baseball game. I love it so much.
Ways in which I was a dork last week (that I remember): I saw my sister-in-law at the store on her birthday, and I did not wish her a happy birthday or mention it in any way. Even though I had looked at the calendar two days before and thought, "Gee, I need to remember Curt and Cami's birthday on Thursday." Sean didn't call his brother either. It was a crazy week.
Random thoughts on a few matters:
This is one of my favorite songs today. Very sweet. And he's easy on the eyes, which is always a plus.
I did not buy the Spanx. I'm just going to let the jiggles jiggle on. And the Oreo diet sounds awesome. I'm not sure I really believe that people in Russia are reading my blog just because blogger tells me so. I wonder if it's just people who have their IP address re-routed so that no one can track them or some weird Bourne Identity Mission Impossible sort of thing like that. Or someone's friend that lives in Russia and reads our blogs. Or maybe random Russians just like reading about my fabulous life. Anything is possible.
I did get sick of the stupid Chick-Fil-A thing, but having said that, I do think it's important for people to follow their convictions. I realize that my money in the form of someone else's profits goes all kinds of places I wouldn't agree with, but if I know about it and can do something about it, that's great. I don't begrudge people taking action on it. I think Dan Cathy is pretty much a sleeze after reading that he has donated to hate groups, including one in Uganda that advocates killing homosexuals, and I probably won't eat there again, but I'm not under any illusions that it's any big deal or that I'm doing anything that will actually help anyone in any real way. I think the biggest problem I have with this CFA thing is the same problem I had with the Kony 2012 thing. It just seems like lazy activism. All I have to do is eat a chicken sandwich or post something on my facebook page and I can pretend like I'm actually doing something to make a difference. When, really, I'm not. How many of the people who were all fired up about Kony a few months ago even know that the Utah high court just ruled on a human trafficking case? Do people actually bother to follow what's going on? No, but if something comes across facebook we can re-post it and feel all self-righteous. It's lazy activism and it bugs me.
How cute is Gabby Douglas? I loved this quote from her about people criticizing her hair. (Wha??? Stupid.) ''I don't know where this is coming from. What's wrong with my hair?'' said Douglas, the first U.S. gymnast to win gold in team and all-around competition. ''I'm like, `I just made history and people are focused on my hair?' It can be bald or short, it doesn't matter about (my) hair.'' Good for her.
Today we went to the Bee's game, and Marilyn came with us. I can't think of very many (realistic) things I'd rather do on a Sunday afternoon in the summer than go to a baseball game. I love it so much.
Random thoughts on a few matters:
This is one of my favorite songs today. Very sweet. And he's easy on the eyes, which is always a plus.
I did not buy the Spanx. I'm just going to let the jiggles jiggle on. And the Oreo diet sounds awesome. I'm not sure I really believe that people in Russia are reading my blog just because blogger tells me so. I wonder if it's just people who have their IP address re-routed so that no one can track them or some weird Bourne Identity Mission Impossible sort of thing like that. Or someone's friend that lives in Russia and reads our blogs. Or maybe random Russians just like reading about my fabulous life. Anything is possible.
I did get sick of the stupid Chick-Fil-A thing, but having said that, I do think it's important for people to follow their convictions. I realize that my money in the form of someone else's profits goes all kinds of places I wouldn't agree with, but if I know about it and can do something about it, that's great. I don't begrudge people taking action on it. I think Dan Cathy is pretty much a sleeze after reading that he has donated to hate groups, including one in Uganda that advocates killing homosexuals, and I probably won't eat there again, but I'm not under any illusions that it's any big deal or that I'm doing anything that will actually help anyone in any real way. I think the biggest problem I have with this CFA thing is the same problem I had with the Kony 2012 thing. It just seems like lazy activism. All I have to do is eat a chicken sandwich or post something on my facebook page and I can pretend like I'm actually doing something to make a difference. When, really, I'm not. How many of the people who were all fired up about Kony a few months ago even know that the Utah high court just ruled on a human trafficking case? Do people actually bother to follow what's going on? No, but if something comes across facebook we can re-post it and feel all self-righteous. It's lazy activism and it bugs me.
How cute is Gabby Douglas? I loved this quote from her about people criticizing her hair. (Wha??? Stupid.) ''I don't know where this is coming from. What's wrong with my hair?'' said Douglas, the first U.S. gymnast to win gold in team and all-around competition. ''I'm like, `I just made history and people are focused on my hair?' It can be bald or short, it doesn't matter about (my) hair.'' Good for her.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
The Spanx Diet
So, I have a new weight loss plan since my old plan of doing everything the same as I always do wasn't working. I decided just to go buy some spanx. But man, shopping that website... that stuff looks torturous. Why I gotta suit myself up from top to bottom in industrial strength reinforced lycra or whatever? That looks so hot and miserable. Is it worth it?
Brittney and I are working on a new blog which we plan to co-write, and which will never actually come to fruition. But if it did, it would be called Seriously, What's Wrong With People? Here is a sample of the things we would write about:
Ryan Lochte and his mother
Chick-Fil-A (Geez, eat your chicken, don't eat your chicken, either way I don't care. )
The crazies (Eagle Forum) who want to retract Utah's participation in the Common Core Initiative.
People who want to use the tragedy in Colorado to debate gun rights.
The neighbor kids who play in my yard and leave their crap all over the place, including water bottles and popsicle wrappers.
Man I'm blogging almost every day now. It's gettin all exciting up in here. No wonder people tune in from Russia to read my blog.
Brittney and I are working on a new blog which we plan to co-write, and which will never actually come to fruition. But if it did, it would be called Seriously, What's Wrong With People? Here is a sample of the things we would write about:
Ryan Lochte and his mother
Chick-Fil-A (Geez, eat your chicken, don't eat your chicken, either way I don't care. )
The crazies (Eagle Forum) who want to retract Utah's participation in the Common Core Initiative.
People who want to use the tragedy in Colorado to debate gun rights.
The neighbor kids who play in my yard and leave their crap all over the place, including water bottles and popsicle wrappers.
Man I'm blogging almost every day now. It's gettin all exciting up in here. No wonder people tune in from Russia to read my blog.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Freak Of Nature
My doctor at UofU wanted me to participate in a study she's got going, so I said I would. I guess I'm a freak of nature or something. A lady from epidemiology (or something like that) came out to take some info from me today and to get my DNA. The study is about genetics. Don't know how useful I'll be, but whatever.
I shouldn't have been so melodramatic about Josh yesterday. He was fine last night and tonight. He likes his teacher, he's OK with school. But sometimes he just really hates it and doesn't want to go anymore. Sunday night I think it was just the Sunday night blahs. Last year he cried and refused to go on Wednesdays because he hated computer class so much, and then he really hated music class because the teacher was having them watch The Sound of Music. I hate that movie. I wouldn't want to go either. But for now he's happy again, so I'll take it when I can get it and hope for the best.
Josh had to go to the dentist yesterday to get a cavity filled. He had this big bump on the inside of his lip that was a plugged saliva gland or something like that, and the doctor said he could remove it while he was in there for the cavity. Then he also decided that a loose tooth that wasn't coming out fast enough needed to be pulled to make room for the permanent tooth that was growing in under it. So the poor kid got more than his fair share of needles. It was hard to watch, because all that numbing really hurt. But after it was all over he liked going around telling his battle stories and showing off the stitches in his lip.
We took Marilyn out to dinner tonight for her birthday. It was really great to have all my kids there, and Marilyn is always fun to hang out with.
Well, hmmmm... I guess that's it.
I shouldn't have been so melodramatic about Josh yesterday. He was fine last night and tonight. He likes his teacher, he's OK with school. But sometimes he just really hates it and doesn't want to go anymore. Sunday night I think it was just the Sunday night blahs. Last year he cried and refused to go on Wednesdays because he hated computer class so much, and then he really hated music class because the teacher was having them watch The Sound of Music. I hate that movie. I wouldn't want to go either. But for now he's happy again, so I'll take it when I can get it and hope for the best.
Josh had to go to the dentist yesterday to get a cavity filled. He had this big bump on the inside of his lip that was a plugged saliva gland or something like that, and the doctor said he could remove it while he was in there for the cavity. Then he also decided that a loose tooth that wasn't coming out fast enough needed to be pulled to make room for the permanent tooth that was growing in under it. So the poor kid got more than his fair share of needles. It was hard to watch, because all that numbing really hurt. But after it was all over he liked going around telling his battle stories and showing off the stitches in his lip.
We took Marilyn out to dinner tonight for her birthday. It was really great to have all my kids there, and Marilyn is always fun to hang out with.
Well, hmmmm... I guess that's it.
Monday, July 30, 2012
One For My Therapist
Actually I don't have a therapist anymore. Well, I suppose I do, but I haven't seen her in forever. But now that I think about it, I miss talking to her. I should make an appointment just so we can chat.
Anyway, how weird is this? Lexi is the only one of my kids whom I dropped off at kindergarten the first day without shedding a little tear on the way home. With all the other kids, I would drive away and cry all the way home, and then be fine. But I didn't cry when I dropped my baby off. I didn't really poke around in my head too much to figure out why or to try to drum up a few tears, because I get weepy enough about stupid stuff without having to try to get that way. In fact, I got all choked up the week before when she told me, "I can reach the big drinking fountain now, mom! I don't need your help anymore." And then today, I cried for another mom dropping off her boy. He didn't want to go to kindergarten. He said it was too hard. And he clung to his mom for dear life and wouldn't get in line and wouldn't go in. And it pulled me right back to Josh, and how I had to drag him out of the car that first week, and how he cried. And as I walked away I told her, "My little boy cried at first too, and it is so hard." And then I went to my truck with tears in my eyes and cried all the way to the gas station where I bought a giant Diet Pepsi. Because the part I didn't tell her is, it doesn't always get easier. I tucked Josh into bed last night and he got tears in his eyes and said he didn't want to go to school tomorrow; he wants to be home schooled. And it is so hard. My friend Sandra once told me about the special bond between moms and sons, and I was like...whatever... because I didn't have any sons at that time. Now I know exactly what she was talking about.
Ways I was socially awkward last week (that I remember): I've seen the missionaries in Wal-Mart a few times and I always think that if they get to the front when I do, I'll pay for their groceries. They are super cute boys. But it never works out. Until last week. They pulled up right behind me in line. Serendipity. I paid for my stuff, and then I turned and gave the missionary right behind me in line $20 and said something really profound and awesome, like, "Take this." And probably made a weird face and grunted or something. I don't know. He was cute and all, "Oh! Are you sure!" And I was like, "Yes! Awesome! Good-bye!" Or something really cool like that. I didn't even acknowledge his cute companion. And then I just felt like a stupid spaz. Gah!! Why am I so lame? It's because I hate being thanked and I just wanted to give them some money and get out, so blaharahgieheihg. Most people might think this is weird of me, but I felt even more awkward because his companion is black, so I felt even ickier, like I ignored him on purpose, not just because I'm socially awkward. Then I worried all the way home about whether he shared the money with his companion, because they were each checking out their few items separately. They had like a bike tube, a gallon of milk, and 5 dozen eggs. How cute are they?
I'm totally buying this. Ghost Town For Sale- Geyser and Llamas Included Gotta ask Sean when he gets home, but this one's mine. Ima be the mayor.
Anyway, how weird is this? Lexi is the only one of my kids whom I dropped off at kindergarten the first day without shedding a little tear on the way home. With all the other kids, I would drive away and cry all the way home, and then be fine. But I didn't cry when I dropped my baby off. I didn't really poke around in my head too much to figure out why or to try to drum up a few tears, because I get weepy enough about stupid stuff without having to try to get that way. In fact, I got all choked up the week before when she told me, "I can reach the big drinking fountain now, mom! I don't need your help anymore." And then today, I cried for another mom dropping off her boy. He didn't want to go to kindergarten. He said it was too hard. And he clung to his mom for dear life and wouldn't get in line and wouldn't go in. And it pulled me right back to Josh, and how I had to drag him out of the car that first week, and how he cried. And as I walked away I told her, "My little boy cried at first too, and it is so hard." And then I went to my truck with tears in my eyes and cried all the way to the gas station where I bought a giant Diet Pepsi. Because the part I didn't tell her is, it doesn't always get easier. I tucked Josh into bed last night and he got tears in his eyes and said he didn't want to go to school tomorrow; he wants to be home schooled. And it is so hard. My friend Sandra once told me about the special bond between moms and sons, and I was like...whatever... because I didn't have any sons at that time. Now I know exactly what she was talking about.
Ways I was socially awkward last week (that I remember): I've seen the missionaries in Wal-Mart a few times and I always think that if they get to the front when I do, I'll pay for their groceries. They are super cute boys. But it never works out. Until last week. They pulled up right behind me in line. Serendipity. I paid for my stuff, and then I turned and gave the missionary right behind me in line $20 and said something really profound and awesome, like, "Take this." And probably made a weird face and grunted or something. I don't know. He was cute and all, "Oh! Are you sure!" And I was like, "Yes! Awesome! Good-bye!" Or something really cool like that. I didn't even acknowledge his cute companion. And then I just felt like a stupid spaz. Gah!! Why am I so lame? It's because I hate being thanked and I just wanted to give them some money and get out, so blaharahgieheihg. Most people might think this is weird of me, but I felt even more awkward because his companion is black, so I felt even ickier, like I ignored him on purpose, not just because I'm socially awkward. Then I worried all the way home about whether he shared the money with his companion, because they were each checking out their few items separately. They had like a bike tube, a gallon of milk, and 5 dozen eggs. How cute are they?
I'm totally buying this. Ghost Town For Sale- Geyser and Llamas Included Gotta ask Sean when he gets home, but this one's mine. Ima be the mayor.
Friday, July 27, 2012
First Day of School
The two elementary kids started back to school yesterday. For Lexi, it was an orientation day, so her first real day was today.
Lexi is pretty insistent about dressing herself and doing her own hair right now. I considered fighting her on it for about half a second... and then I came to my senses and was like duh who cares.
They both like their teachers a lot so far, and so do I. They really seem to be organized and know what they're doing, and it always makes me feel a little jealous that I don't know what I'm doing. I wish I felt as on-the-ball as they seem. I've been really wrestling with what truly matters for students to learn. Each year I do, but this year probably more than ever. What do students REALLY need to know, and how do I teach it? I mean, the Common Core gives me things I have to teach. But, for example, if I have to teach reading skills like main idea, I can use any type of fiction and nonfiction materials to do it. So is it important to give them a foundation in classic literature? It's a hard question. I think everyone should read some Shakespeare. But why? Why do I feel that way? Because I love it? Or because it's important to the majority of them in their education? Should we throw the Epic of Gilgamesh, Sundiata, the Bhagavad-Gita, Oedipus Rex, Julius Ceasar overboard? My students would probably say yes. But then I'll sometimes find little quotes from the Tao or the Analects or To Kill a Mockingbird copied inside of their journals and I think it's worth the angst and the "why-do-we-have-to" and the blank stares. Hmmmm....
I've been thinking a little bit about something Lauralee posted... a RS lesson where they made a list of how the world sees women vs. how the Lord sees women. We both had similar thoughts about it. I was thinking, wouldn't it be much more interesting and instructive to make a 3-part list instead: How Women See One Another, How the Media Sees/Portrays Women, and How the Lord Sees Women. I would like to have that discussion. Because I think that other women make each other feel much worse about themselves, and put much more pressure on each other to be perfect, and can be just as damaging to one another as "the world" is.
I saw two headlines today that were an interesting juxtaposition in my head... One was about Utah's bigamy laws and the Sister Wives people. The other said that Mick Jagger had 7 kids by 4 women. And I always think how silly it is that it's perfectly legal to have as many kids as you want by as many women as you want, as long as you don't consider all of those women your wives. If you consider them your ho's or your baby mama's or marry them one-by-one and then divorce them, you're fine. But if you move them all into your house together and try to care for them and everyone's happy, you're breaking the law. I think that's stupid. I think that Sister Wives guy is creepy, and polygamy is definitely not for me. But unless they're breaking the law and/or marrying off teenagers to their uncles and whatnot, leave them alone. As a side note, I still maintain that I saw the Sister Wives guy at the South Pointe casino bowling last April.
Sean and I have watched some awesomely terrible shows lately. My favorite is a movie called Beer For My Horses. It was written and starred in by Toby Keith and Rodney Carrington, also featuring appearances by Ted Nugent and Willie Nelson. I think that says it all. It was awesome. At being terrible.
I have just really done a whole lot of nothing lately. I mean, I've done little things, but no big projects, nothing really productive outside of doing dishes, making meals, cleaning the house, etc. I feel like I'm just gearing up for this next school year. It's going to be so difficult, and I feel like I have to somehow stockpile energy for it. I wish that were possible.
They both like their teachers a lot so far, and so do I. They really seem to be organized and know what they're doing, and it always makes me feel a little jealous that I don't know what I'm doing. I wish I felt as on-the-ball as they seem. I've been really wrestling with what truly matters for students to learn. Each year I do, but this year probably more than ever. What do students REALLY need to know, and how do I teach it? I mean, the Common Core gives me things I have to teach. But, for example, if I have to teach reading skills like main idea, I can use any type of fiction and nonfiction materials to do it. So is it important to give them a foundation in classic literature? It's a hard question. I think everyone should read some Shakespeare. But why? Why do I feel that way? Because I love it? Or because it's important to the majority of them in their education? Should we throw the Epic of Gilgamesh, Sundiata, the Bhagavad-Gita, Oedipus Rex, Julius Ceasar overboard? My students would probably say yes. But then I'll sometimes find little quotes from the Tao or the Analects or To Kill a Mockingbird copied inside of their journals and I think it's worth the angst and the "why-do-we-have-to" and the blank stares. Hmmmm....
I've been thinking a little bit about something Lauralee posted... a RS lesson where they made a list of how the world sees women vs. how the Lord sees women. We both had similar thoughts about it. I was thinking, wouldn't it be much more interesting and instructive to make a 3-part list instead: How Women See One Another, How the Media Sees/Portrays Women, and How the Lord Sees Women. I would like to have that discussion. Because I think that other women make each other feel much worse about themselves, and put much more pressure on each other to be perfect, and can be just as damaging to one another as "the world" is.
I saw two headlines today that were an interesting juxtaposition in my head... One was about Utah's bigamy laws and the Sister Wives people. The other said that Mick Jagger had 7 kids by 4 women. And I always think how silly it is that it's perfectly legal to have as many kids as you want by as many women as you want, as long as you don't consider all of those women your wives. If you consider them your ho's or your baby mama's or marry them one-by-one and then divorce them, you're fine. But if you move them all into your house together and try to care for them and everyone's happy, you're breaking the law. I think that's stupid. I think that Sister Wives guy is creepy, and polygamy is definitely not for me. But unless they're breaking the law and/or marrying off teenagers to their uncles and whatnot, leave them alone. As a side note, I still maintain that I saw the Sister Wives guy at the South Pointe casino bowling last April.
Sean and I have watched some awesomely terrible shows lately. My favorite is a movie called Beer For My Horses. It was written and starred in by Toby Keith and Rodney Carrington, also featuring appearances by Ted Nugent and Willie Nelson. I think that says it all. It was awesome. At being terrible.
I have just really done a whole lot of nothing lately. I mean, I've done little things, but no big projects, nothing really productive outside of doing dishes, making meals, cleaning the house, etc. I feel like I'm just gearing up for this next school year. It's going to be so difficult, and I feel like I have to somehow stockpile energy for it. I wish that were possible.
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