Jul 24 2007
Don’t Let Me Get Near the Salon
had a job and she was a mom, too.
And though try as she might -
to be witty and bright -
This lame post was all she could do.
It’s just one of those days. Trying to go in too many different directions. So, I’ll just share a few things:
- I have had readers from 20 countries. Okay, this, to me, is amazing. Denmark leads the non-U.S. list with 5% of my hits. But also, Canada, the U.K., Germany, Italy, Australia, France, Norway, Japan, Mexico, Singapore, Peru, Russia, New Zealand, Indonesia, Liechtenstein, Argentina, and Turkey. Wow you guys! How about de-lurking into the comments? Tell me where you’re from.
- Based on the keyword searches that brought people to my site, lot of people are interested in Lab/Daschund mix dogs (and I had never heard of these…but 3 different variations of “lab/daschund” sent people to my site). Other keywords? Bandonkadonk Butts, “I love Ohioan guys Tank Top“, Porta Johnny, Penis Enlargement and webbed hand pantyhose. I’m guessing on that last one. As far as I know, it’s the only time I used the word pantyhose in a post.
- My admin brought me a huge bouquet (no, not because I’m the most wonderfullest boss in the world). Her daughter was in a musical this past weekend, and then left for a week of Leadership Camp (yes, she has one of those ‘perfect’ children). B was left with nine(!) bunches of cut flowers. The one she brought me is white/purple and pink lilies with a whole bunch of greenery. It makes me smile whenever I look at it.
- Shortman is going to get his eyes examined for contacts today. He’s only been wearing glasses for a year, but based on my eyesight (poor) and Mr. Hot’s eyesight (poorer), he probably could have used them before that. School screening never picked up a problem - I just decided last year that he needed to get those peepers checked. Contacts are, hopefully, our way of getting him out of the house while wearing corrective lenses. He’ll wear them while driving, but then whips off the glasses as soon as he takes the keys out of the ignition. Vanity, thy name is “15-year-old boy”
- I am one class away from having my Leadership Development certification from University of Michigan. I registered for “Managing in a Global Organization” - and I’ll be in the September class. I am one of those people I hate - A University of Michigan student. (Be nice people, I bleed Green and White. Went to 3 universities - Michigan State, Eastern Michigan and Marshall. All green/white schools. It’s killing me)
- I love watching the hawks and the cranes that fly over this building. We’re in the middle of a natural wetlands, and we have all kinds of birds that live around here. The only problem is watching out for the goose poop on your way to the car.
- Speaking of cars. I keep getting this question in my quest for my new vehicle: “And what color are you looking for?” - My response? “Um, you mean, black, gray, grayer, grayest, white or gray?” Seriously. What happened to car colors?
- Chef Jake asked me to check out his site. It’s a really great site - and the link is in my sidebar. Go take a look. I love the ability to make find recipes, make meal plans, and print out shopping lists - if you use my sponsor id, you get $5 off a six-month subscription. (Okay, shameless, I know, but it is a wonderful site - and I’m going to use it regularly. I’m hopeless at being creative with meals.)
—- When I get like this, (all random and stuff), it usually means I need to take a drastic step in my life. Like maybe a new hairstyle. But I’m 80% gray - and I’m pushing 45 - and I just don’t have any ideas. My hair is wavy and notoriously dry, and I hate it. It’s never a good idea to go into the stylist in this kinds of mood. Keep your fingers crossed that I do nothing stupid tonight! —-





