Platitude Paradise

I did not write this, but I so wish I had. This is the funniest thing I have EVER read! One of the dilemmas of womanhood: Getting rid of unwanted hair--One woman's story All methods have tricked me with their promises of easy, painless removal: the Epilady, the standard razor, the scissors, the Nair, the EpilStop, and now . The Wax. My night began as any other normal weekday night. I came home, fixed dinner for my family and got everyone settled for the night. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next couple hours: maybe I should use that wax in my medicine cabinet. I made sure no one would need me and I could head for the bathroom in peace. It was one of those cold wax kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the clear strips in your hand, peel them apart, press it on your leg (or wherever).   No muss, no fuss. How hard can this be? I mean, I'm not the girliest of girls but I'm mechanically inclined so may

I thought perhaps due to some general malaise in the bloggy world this week ... some mine ... some belonging to other people that matter in my world. I was going to write about stuff today, but I think this might be a better idea for Friday. Without further ado ... I give you Friday Funnies: Creation: A little girl asked her    Mom, "How did the human race appear?"     The Mom    answered, "God  made Adam and Eve and they had children,   and so was all mankind made.."    Two days later the girl asked her   Dad the same question.     The Dad answered,   "Many years ago there were monkeys from which the human race evolved."     The confused girl returned to her  mother and said,   "Mom, how is it possible that you told me the human race was created by God,   and Dad said they developed from monkeys?"     The Mom answered,   "Well, Dear, it's very simple. I told you about my side of the family   and yo

K - I totally lifted this from my friend's FB page. It is just so funny, I had to share.

I was all set to continue the "evolution of a grumpy mood" today in my post ... but then I read this post over at Grasshoppa's place and now I can't seem to locate my cranky. I am totally ripping this idea off from Tiffany at On The Verge who is so incredibly cool and writes the best stuff ... I just love her ... you should go have a peek.  Where was I? Oh ... yeah ... I was thieving her word: Blush ... that's a Blog Crush. I have a whole lot of 'em. Some who post all the time ... some who post once in a blue moon ... and lots in between. But today, I am going to concentrate my affection on The Grasshoppa. She is a mom to a teenager, 5 yr old triplets and a baby dumplin, and the wife of a pirate.  She is all kinds of awesome and I just absolutely love her. You don't need to go all crazy reading a zillion brilliant posts (though I've no doubt there are that many to read) but I encourage you strongly to go over and read this . It isn

My baby started school this year. Had I mentioned this? My B.A.B.Y.  The last ... fruit ... from.my ... loins ... That just seems wrong to put into print, somehow. I can NOT believe that this same itty bitty puddin pop is all growed up enough to attend public school. Look at the two of them ... traitors! They BOTH grew up on me! It seems an impossibility that this adorable little diapered bottom could possibly be turned out into the world ... all by herself ... no safety net... gulp. Though, this one has moxie ... it can't be denied. But she done grew up on me ... Here's proof right here ... Look at how confident she is. She's got the world by the arse. Now, she's coming into her own. Apparently this is code for "Mommy knows nothing and I don't have to listen to her anymore". Yup. My gorgeous little Boo-Bear has learned how best to hone her

I am in an evil mood. Well, let me rethink that. I am in an evil and volatile mood. Kinda like vitriol in a blender ... on high speed ... that someone carelessly lit on fire ... near a fire works factory. Boom. My family is jumpy. I called out to hubs last night and he didn't hear me the first time, so I had to call a second time. He apologized at least twenty seven and a half times. I told him it was alright ... not to worry. He seemed a little shaky. I've no idea why... ...may have had something to do with the fact that I resembled this lovely fella while calling. I think it is possible to sum up my current state of mind with the following:

I love Friday. No, really - I do. It's kinda like looking at a present before all the pretty wrapping is torn off.                                                                                                                                               This is a cake! Yeah ... I really do enjoy the anticipation, don't you? The last day of the work week ... looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow ... making the impossible lists of things to accomplish in the next two days of freedom. DAMN! I love this day! Well ... until Saturday afternoon comes. Then I am all OMG! Where is the weekend going? I haven't got anything done! I'm gonna have to do double time tomorrow! It's at that point that your beautifully wrapped pressie is, in fact... An ugly pair of socks Or in my case ... six baskets full of dirty, ugly socks ... and face cloths, towels, stained kids clothing and drawers with varying degrees of filth. Good times.

In light of the fact that our weather forecasters aren't even close to agreeing with each other currently on the path and ferocity of this impending storm ... Hubs and I have decided to utilize an old Cape Breton weather forecasting method. That oughtta cover it.

Well ... it's Friday. Can I get a "Woot Woot!"? It is still as hot as I imagine Hell to be ... though I'm somewhat hopeful Hell has a "dry heat" rather than this humidity. OY! It's like drinking your oxygen. I'm so tired of being covered in a perpetual film of bodily fluid, I could cry ... wait ... I mean ... stand still, while water escapes my body from every orifice (and then some) that I have... wait ... already doing that. *sigh* Forget it. We don't have a/c in the house ... well, let me clarify: My mother has an a/c unit in her sitting room - so I am PAYING for a/c, I just don't get to benefit from it in any way shape or form. Nor do her close neighbors in the upstairs portion of my house ... you know - my kids? They have difficulty sleeping when it is really hot like it has been this past several days. But Mom keeps her door closed until she goes to bed and then uses my fan to blow the cold air from her sitting room into her bedr

My baby started school today. I'm okay with it, she's totally ready. She's so mature.  ... still.  She's my baby.  My youngest offspring.  My last child.  I mentioned to hubs as we walked across the lawn from the bus stop, that it was a really good thing we did the whole "big V" BEFORE today ... as I am suddenly longing for itty bitty baby things to be a part of my life again.  He put his arm around me and smiled a knowing smile. I hadn't cried ... until then. Sigh. It's all good. ********* Yesterday afternoon, my two little doglinks used half of my brand new cotton swabs to do DNA testing on each other.  Their goal was to prove they were super heroes.  Oh. My. ********* So ... Hurricane Earl is heading straight for us. In fact, the eye of the storm is at this stage, projected to pass right over my community. You see right where that category 1 hurricane passes over NS? Yeah, I liv