While shopping at Kroger yesterday, my daughter and I stumbled across some of V05's newest shampoos and conditioners, on sale for 89 cents each. V05's not bad, the shampoos get the job done without costing a lot. Which is an important factor for so many people nowadays. Anyhow, guess what scent they have now? They've outdone themselves this time with their Champagne Kisses shampoo and conditioner. It smells just wonderful, very similar to Victoria's Secret Strawberries and Champagne, part of the VS Secret Garden Collection.
Seeing as how 8.4 ounces of Victoria's Secret Exhilarating Body Wash is $8.50 and 15 ounces of Alberto V05's Silky Experiences Moisturizing Shampoo is only about a dollar, I decided to give V05 a shot as a body wash and maybe even as bubble bath! It costs so much less that of course I don't expect it to be the same quality as Victoria's Secret. However, it is a moisturizing formula. Luckily it doesn't seem to be drying as a bodywash. Woohoo!
Friday, October 24, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Voting Day
Apenas llegue de votar. Cuando le dije a mi esposo que iba ir a votar para meter a McCain, mi lindo esposo pregunto, "Para meterlo donde?" Yup, you gotta love him. Seriously, no. I didn't vote for McCain, but I did vote.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Counting Down to Turkey Day!
This year, I’ve decided to have fun with Thanksgiving. Usually I get all stressed by everything having to be perfect. At the same time, nobody helps. That means that I’m all stressed while everyone else is having a good ole time. Well, this year I’ve decided to plan ahead and then (hopefully) not go crazy on T-Day. It’s already getting to the far side of October, so it’s time to start breaking out the cookbooks and rating potential recipes. This year I pledge to have fun with it all. Now, let’s see if that actually happens!
Have you ever seen Pieces of April? It’s a terrific movie about a young woman, April, who throws Thanksgiving dinner for her family. They travel into the big, bad city. Yet her mom and her sister have their doubts and on the drive over they seem to make it known every chance they get. Okay, I thought they were completely mean to poor April.
No, I’m not comparing myself to her. Actually, April reminds me a lot of my little sister. Little Sister has a lot of potential, but she hasn’t seemed to make up her mind yet to live up to it. When she does, she’s going to be amazing. But, I digress. Anyway, the whole point of this is to say that I’ve decided to decorate the same way April does. To give her family a terrific turkey welcome, April decorates her apartment, and even the stairwell, with autumn-colored streamers and balloons. It’s all very festive and cheerful. Doesn’t that sound like fun?
I’ve even enlisted my daughter, A., in the preparations. It’s her job to make wonderfully handcrafted turkey invitations. You know, like the kind that little kids do when they’re in kindergarten. Made out of construction paper, with lots of glitter, maybe even feathers and googly eyes. :) So, who cares if she doesn’t really want to make them because she’s a bit past fingerpainting age. They’re going to be cute!
Have you ever seen Pieces of April? It’s a terrific movie about a young woman, April, who throws Thanksgiving dinner for her family. They travel into the big, bad city. Yet her mom and her sister have their doubts and on the drive over they seem to make it known every chance they get. Okay, I thought they were completely mean to poor April.
No, I’m not comparing myself to her. Actually, April reminds me a lot of my little sister. Little Sister has a lot of potential, but she hasn’t seemed to make up her mind yet to live up to it. When she does, she’s going to be amazing. But, I digress. Anyway, the whole point of this is to say that I’ve decided to decorate the same way April does. To give her family a terrific turkey welcome, April decorates her apartment, and even the stairwell, with autumn-colored streamers and balloons. It’s all very festive and cheerful. Doesn’t that sound like fun?
I’ve even enlisted my daughter, A., in the preparations. It’s her job to make wonderfully handcrafted turkey invitations. You know, like the kind that little kids do when they’re in kindergarten. Made out of construction paper, with lots of glitter, maybe even feathers and googly eyes. :) So, who cares if she doesn’t really want to make them because she’s a bit past fingerpainting age. They’re going to be cute!
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Hi Ho, Hi Ho...
Tired of not being able to afford 55 cent Cokes out of the soda machine, I've just taken a part time job. Just for weekends. When I mentioned that I was going to start working weekends, L. just blew me off, not taking me seriously. When I mentioned it again this morning, he wasn't happy. He became... grumpy.
Doesn't he realize that we need the money? My current FT job doesn't pay much and my bills are consistently paid late. That's not good. Now, with this PT gig I'll be able to afford the occasional soda. Oh, yeah. Big money!
It's going to be hard to work PT on top of everything else, but it's doable. Please, God, let me be doing the right thing.
Doesn't he realize that we need the money? My current FT job doesn't pay much and my bills are consistently paid late. That's not good. Now, with this PT gig I'll be able to afford the occasional soda. Oh, yeah. Big money!
It's going to be hard to work PT on top of everything else, but it's doable. Please, God, let me be doing the right thing.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Being Bad for Lunch
Yesterday, when I returned home I was good and ready to go and talk to the neighbors about the TV and sofa they’d left out in front of my house. After charging up my driveway, I looked over and noticed that it was gone! The bulk trash men had been out to pick up everything. Yay! Now I just need to be prepared for next month. With a “No Dumping” sign posted out front, perhaps? :)
Okay, so this morning, I stepped on the scale to see how the battle of the plentiful curvas is going. So far, four pounds down! It’s been about a week and a half, so it’s pretty reasonable. Or do you think that’s too much to lose too soon? Hm. Okay, I’ll have lunch with the office today.
Our neighborhood burger place faxed over not one but two menus today. They have the best burgers. They’re so fresh, hot and greasy. Not to mention their chili cheese fries. One order will take up a whole takeout container. So, I’m getting the junior bacon cheeseburger (only ¼ pounds). Not to mention the fries, chili cheese fries, onion rings, and jalapeno poppers that we’ll all be sharing. Oh, yeah. There’s dessert, too. Maybe this is overdoing it a tad, but I’m so hungry for something that’s good and bad at the same time. This is it. I wish I could share this terrific lunch with you so you could see how delicious it is. On better thought, no. I don’t share!
Okay, so this morning, I stepped on the scale to see how the battle of the plentiful curvas is going. So far, four pounds down! It’s been about a week and a half, so it’s pretty reasonable. Or do you think that’s too much to lose too soon? Hm. Okay, I’ll have lunch with the office today.
Our neighborhood burger place faxed over not one but two menus today. They have the best burgers. They’re so fresh, hot and greasy. Not to mention their chili cheese fries. One order will take up a whole takeout container. So, I’m getting the junior bacon cheeseburger (only ¼ pounds). Not to mention the fries, chili cheese fries, onion rings, and jalapeno poppers that we’ll all be sharing. Oh, yeah. There’s dessert, too. Maybe this is overdoing it a tad, but I’m so hungry for something that’s good and bad at the same time. This is it. I wish I could share this terrific lunch with you so you could see how delicious it is. On better thought, no. I don’t share!
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
A Surprise on the Curb
What a beautiful morning this is. Cool and fresh. These are the perfect days, after it’s been horribly hot and before it starts getting frighteningly frigid.
Thinking all this, I happily pulled out of the drive this morning. Then guess what I saw. A sofa… and a TV. On the curb. My curb. Well, we don't actually have a curb, but if we did, that's where it would be. Right under the sofa and TV that I hadn't seen before in my life until this morning. Apparently our charming neighbors decided that we would want their trash in front of our house so they kindly brought it over in the middle of the night.
No wonder our dog was barking and barking last night. Too bad I didn’t go out and investigate. We would have caught the neighbors con las manos en la masa, so to speak.
Now, what do I do? I could easily freecycle it, but what if someone came to pick up the stuff when we’re not home? My husband would freak. Sigh. I’ll probably go and speak to the neighbors and ask them to please get their living room discards and go put them in front of their house instead. It’s only Wednesday and who knows when the bulk trash people will come out. We can set out our own trash, thank you very much. We don’t need donations!
These are the same people who crashed my daughter's birthday party several months ago. They showed up at 11 p.m. and didn't leave until about 2 a.m. Why, oh why, can't we have normal neighbors who come over early and leave when everybody else does? It would serve them right if we put their stuff in front of their house tonight! LOL
Thinking all this, I happily pulled out of the drive this morning. Then guess what I saw. A sofa… and a TV. On the curb. My curb. Well, we don't actually have a curb, but if we did, that's where it would be. Right under the sofa and TV that I hadn't seen before in my life until this morning. Apparently our charming neighbors decided that we would want their trash in front of our house so they kindly brought it over in the middle of the night.
No wonder our dog was barking and barking last night. Too bad I didn’t go out and investigate. We would have caught the neighbors con las manos en la masa, so to speak.
Now, what do I do? I could easily freecycle it, but what if someone came to pick up the stuff when we’re not home? My husband would freak. Sigh. I’ll probably go and speak to the neighbors and ask them to please get their living room discards and go put them in front of their house instead. It’s only Wednesday and who knows when the bulk trash people will come out. We can set out our own trash, thank you very much. We don’t need donations!
These are the same people who crashed my daughter's birthday party several months ago. They showed up at 11 p.m. and didn't leave until about 2 a.m. Why, oh why, can't we have normal neighbors who come over early and leave when everybody else does? It would serve them right if we put their stuff in front of their house tonight! LOL
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
No More Donuts!!
My story of the day: This summer we went to see Alacranes Musical at the Mesquite Rodeo. For those of you that don’t know, they’re an awesome banda that specializes in the pasito Duranguense. The pasito Duranguense is a funny type of cheerful music with lots of brass, kind of bouncy big band music. It’s even got its own cute dance.
Well, when we went to the combination rodeo/concert, we had my hubby’s niece with us. Since N. and my daughter, A., just love the music and wanted to get close up, I took them down to the main floor and left my hubby high up in the stands. And he didn't care. He was not protective of me in the least. The girls and I were totally surrounded by guys. Testosterone on all sides. Some even asked me to dance! (It was a distraction tactic I’m sure. They were just trying to lure this mama hen away from her chicks, but still!!!) Isn’t that sad? There was a time when he wouldn't dare let me five feet away from him.
So, I've decided... to go on a diet! Okay, the concert took place months ago, but the import of the moment just hit me. Yes, I go on diets all the time, every couple of months or so. But this time it’s different. (Isn’t it always?) So far it’s been two days and so far I’ve said no to chocolate-covered cream-filled donuts, Jack-in-the-Box, and Boston Market. Yes, I’m on the way!
Now, for your listening and viewing enjoyment...
Well, when we went to the combination rodeo/concert, we had my hubby’s niece with us. Since N. and my daughter, A., just love the music and wanted to get close up, I took them down to the main floor and left my hubby high up in the stands. And he didn't care. He was not protective of me in the least. The girls and I were totally surrounded by guys. Testosterone on all sides. Some even asked me to dance! (It was a distraction tactic I’m sure. They were just trying to lure this mama hen away from her chicks, but still!!!) Isn’t that sad? There was a time when he wouldn't dare let me five feet away from him.
So, I've decided... to go on a diet! Okay, the concert took place months ago, but the import of the moment just hit me. Yes, I go on diets all the time, every couple of months or so. But this time it’s different. (Isn’t it always?) So far it’s been two days and so far I’ve said no to chocolate-covered cream-filled donuts, Jack-in-the-Box, and Boston Market. Yes, I’m on the way!
Now, for your listening and viewing enjoyment...
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