hair, take two

Just cut G3's hair. It was almost down to her waist when it was wet – but its super curly, so it didn't seem that long.  So I took her on the back porch and tried to cut it.

Have you ever tried to cut the hair on, say, a hummingbird? Because that what its like cutting the hair of a 3 year old who just had an ice cream from Dairy Queen. If she could have just held still for 1/10th of a second, it may have been remotely straight. She was bouncing around the whole time. I don't think that I did a very good job. But, luckily her hair is so curly that it hopefully won't be noticeable.  Next time, I will pay someone else do it.

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when in rome…

So I live in Philly  (town motto: "HONK! Same to you, pal!"). Actually outside of Philly on what is commonly called the Main Line (motto: "Move it, Grandma!") And I am here visiting my mom in the Midwest. And I have come very close to having several car accidents. Why?

People here drive stupid. I mean, cautiously.  They drive the speed limit. They stop at yellow lights (what?!?!). They let people merge, use blinkers, don't cut people off, other strange phenomena like that.  I have not used my horn for a week now. Its just weird.

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hair, hair, flow it, show it…

Got my hair cut today. Does anyone else out there just love when you get your hair washed at the salon? I find it soooo relaxing. L-o-v-e it!! Love the haircut too. I got this fantastic cut at Christmas, but in my incredible cheapness, er… frugalness I have not gotten it cut sense. Basically because most of the salons around me charge at least $50 for a haircut. Ouch. Anyway, my hair had grown out into a yucky stage.  It was starting to look bad when I wore it down – I reallyneeded a haircut. I was a  nervous because last time I got a haircut, I loved the cut but it was much shorter than I had pictured. (ended with bangs! WHAT??) Now, I feel like a new woman! I kept it long, since I'm in a wedding this summer and want to wear it up, but its shaped and looks good down again! Yay!!

Then this afternoon – keeping with the day's theme - my brother let me cut his hair. The true test of any relationship. I think I did a pretty darn good job, if I do say so myself.

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quxiphl

Went to the bar with my little brother last night. I am definatly not as young as I used to be!  I also just realized I have had a unusual number of posts this week involving alcohol. Ironic that I'm also visiting my mom's this week….

Anyway, while at the bar I had a thought hit me like a blot of lightening. Thank God I am not single. I admit, this was a pretty shady bar, but still… As I watched other people talking, drinking, acting stupid, I was just so glad that I'm not 'out there' looking to meet someone.  I can't imagine going out to a bar or a party (like I did in college) and trying to meet a nice guy. I have vivid memories of doing this in college and I don't think it ever yielded an nice guy. A cute guy, maybe. Or a seemingly nice guy. But never an actual nice guy. Especially when alcohol was involved on either side. When Husband returns from Europe, I will be sure to thank him for saving me from that horrible fate.

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helpful hints for traveling husbands

A helpful list of things you do not want to tell your wife when you are on a business trip.

1. How fantastic, luxurious or beautiful the hotel is that you are staying at.
2. How incredibly comfortable your king-sized hotel bed is and what a restful night of sleep you had on it.
3. What and where you have eaten out for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
4. Complain that you must go out to eat again and how you just don't think you could eat another steak this week.
5. Say how lonely and quiet it is while you can hear your children screaming at each other in the background.

Not that my Husband does any of this, of course. But I have been talking to a friends lately about why it is so hard when your husband travels. It is not very encouraging to hear about his $700 steak & seafood dinner after having chicken nuggets for the third night in a row, while the kids are fighting in the background over who's turn it is to wipe their nose on your pants, having not slept since he left due to children sneaking into the bed and kicking you all night. Just some thoughts.

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frugality vs. cheapness

I think of myself as a fairly frugal person. I'm (usually) able to stick to the budget. I hate, hate, hate paying full price for anything. I clip coupons, shop sales, head straight to the clearance racks – even at the outlet store.  My specialty is "the look for less" - copying an outfit from a magazine or a room from Pottery Barn catalog on the cheap.  No matter how wealthy we become someday (snort), I cannot imagine myself walking into Nordstroms and paying $100 for a t-shirt or paying $10,000 for a Pottery Barn bedroom set. My mantra is, "I can get that cheaper!"

But, I am not cheap. I still like nice things. It is not worth buying cheap things – they break, fall apart, taste bad, shrink, fade or give you blisters.  It is more cost effective to buy a good washing machine that lasts for 15 years rather than a el-cheapo one that breaks down every few months and dies after 7 years.  This is so obvious to me. Why don't people see this? DUH!

There is a definate difference between being frugal and being cheap. I have zero interest in making my own laundry detergent, sewing our own clothes, never getting my haircut, driving a lemon, eating nothing but beans, rice and tuna fish. Puh-LEEZE! Life is to be enjoyed — you only life once.  Cheap people annoy me.  I feel like cheapness is often looked on as being very 'holy' – "they're soooo non-materialistic."  But, I think cheapness is a own type of materialism – its an obsession with money. One side is spending it and one is saving it. 

Anyway, I found this great new blog called Want Not — having it all with less. Very practical tips and ideas from someone who seems to have the same philosophy as me when it comes to frugality/cheapness. Check it out. 

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whine leads to wine

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After spending the day with one definately sick kid (G1) and a kid getting sick (G3), I'm ready for an Advil with a Merlot chaser. Whine whine whine, cry cry cry. They were so incredibly cranky that we had to start laughing at them. ("Juice, please." pause. "I don't want juice. WAHHHHH!!!") Sheesh. Whatever.

Where's that wine?

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soooo sleepy….

That's all I can think of to write about today. Sooo tired. I'm staying at my mom's house, sharing a room with G1. G1 was diagnosed today with strep throat and croup, so I didn't get much sleep last night. Plus, she woke up for the morning at 5am with a high fever.

But, despite all this, we went to the zoo this morning. I clearly was catering to G3, neglecting the baby, thinking she would just relax in the stroller, as opposed to relaxing at Grandma's house. Yeah. Right. Why do I cater to my firstborn so often? Its just awful. Just because G1 can't talk as much, I automatically just go along with G3. Its really not healthy. I need to work on this. I ended up carrying one or the other of them all through the zoo. My arms hurt.

So for the rest of the day, I will be doing as little as possible while working off some serious Mommy-guilt.

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