pulling rabbits out of hats since 2004

This afternoon I was kind of like a superhero. For reals. I had 75 minutes. 75 minutes to accomplish a list of things so much longer than would fit. In that 75 minutes I accomplished the following: I got Tommy a new suit, 2 shirts, 2 ties, church socks and shoes, all while saving an additional 30%. I outfitted both boys for soccer including new shoes, new socks, shinguards and balls, all in two different sizes. I also stopped by the party store and procured a giant bunch of balloons (not pre-ordered) for Tommy's birthday tomorrow. I picked up the the piano book and was 5 minutes early to get Tommy from school. Not impressed yet? I did it all with my 5 year old in tow. Ta-da! Seriously. Ta. Da.

seasonal confusion

I'm old fashioned. In lots of ways. One of these ways is my feelings about clothes. For example I don't wear white after Labor Day (this rule only applies to things at below the waist e.g. skirts, shoes) and while the basics live in my closet year-round, I have two very distinctly seasonal wardobes. The off-season lives in the off-season closet in the basement and bringing up the new season's wardrobe is really quite a lovely way to spend an afternoon. This year the weather has really caused problems in my system. It's time to put away the summer stuff and start pulling out the boots, jeans and sweaters. For example, today it was 95 degrees. Not even I, with my freakish tolerance for heat can wear jeans and boots in that much sunshine. In an effort to dress for the weather regardless of the calendar, I pulled on a floaty white skirt. But I couldn't do it, it felt too frumpy.  All my summer stuff just feels inappropriate.  I changed into skinny capris and off we went.  I only have one pair of these. I cannot wear them every day. I just checked the forecast. Indian summer is forecasted to continue indefinitely. Despite two full closets, I feel like I have nothing to wear

* On a super happy note, my newest nephew, Ryker was born today! He is beautiful! Congrats to Cassi, Allan and big sister Chloe.

bang, bang

I just round-brushed my bangs. At 8 o'clock at night. At 5 o'clock tomorrow morning I will put it all into a hat and get it all sweaty and disgusting, and then wash it again. So basically I did my bangs for sleeping and for the 30 second glimpse of myself that I will get in the bathroom mirror on my way out in the morning. See last night I also took an evening shower and simply fell into bed with wet hair and this mornings' result was pretty amazing. My bangs performed some sort of Shirley Temple spirals while the rest of my hair varied between possessed waves and bent-in-half while sleeping. I can't believe my husband came home tonight after kissing that goodbye and it's a darn site lucky that I received no packages this morning because any delivery man would have been bound by his oath of office to call the police to report the crazy person who had taken up residence in my house. Lately the old fringe and I have been struggling for dominance. Humidity is not on my side. This evenings activities have led me to a decision. I am growing the stupid things out. Take that southern Kansas in July. I realize that my face looks better with them and that they make me look younger but they are more work than all the rest of my hair combined. And I remember really liking my hair before bangs. And looking way less insane first thing in the morning.