A random list of things that are bugging me:
I am 36 years old and I am battling teenage acne. My mother asked me yesterday on the phone, “So what’s going on with your skin honey? You’ve always had such beautiful skin.” This was followed by “You’re washing your face good at night, aren’t you?” No, mom I am rubbing raw BACON on my skin nightly. It’s all the rage in the latest Allure…the nocturnal swine rub. I follow that by eating a chocolate bar and sleeping on a dirty pillowcase. My mom’s computer is on the fritz so I know she’s not reading my blog this weekend. But I love my mama. She’s always reminding me to take care of myself.
Jack Bauer, I mean Kiefer Sutherland, will be at our local film festival Saturday night but I will probably be playing mental holdout with a 3-year-old as we continue to work with her on going to sleep by herself “like a big girl” without me being held captive in her bed until she falls asleep. It’s starting to work because my brilliant hubby bribed her with the prospect of going to see Ice Age 2. She’s so excited about going to see the “silly sqwur movie” that she’s started telling everyone at daycare: “I go see silly sqwur movie with my Daddy cuz I’m a big girl and go to sleep by myself.” (Sqwur is my lame attempt to spell her cute mispronunciation of squirrel.) The only other movie she’s seen in the theatre was “March of the Penguins,” but I’m thinking that those little waddling birds can’t hold a candle to this guy:
The neighbor who lives down the street who never reciprocates a wave when we’re out on family walks. (Our girls are cute! At least wave at the girlies when they wave at you Mr. Holier Than Thou neighbor!)
Pringles are evil. I ate a half a can Wednesday night while we caught up on “24.” Peeps are also evil, despite their deceptive cuteness. I’m going to have to toss more Easter candy while Caitlin isn’t looking. It’s like Halloween all over. Maybe all this sugar is somehow connected to my acne and the fact that I can’t seem to lose the 10 pounds I want to lose so I am tankini or, at best, modest Lands End one piece with a flirty skirt worthy by this summer.
I just made up CMAF (Chafe My Ass Friday), but feel free to vent. My list of gripes is pretty insignificant in light of other things going on in the world and for that I am thankful.