Thursday, July 31, 2014

Bangs Versus Botox

We probably all know someone who has given in and done the Botox dance…hey, maybe “we” are the one???  Maybe we snuck into our dermatologist office to get a little lift and fill, or maybe we laughed nervously as we passed wine and cheese at a friend’s Botox party as we awaited our turn at the end of the needle…tiny as it may be.  Either way I bet you have thought about it, even if you would never do it.  Who doesn’t think those little lines would be nice if they just went away? Actually a good friend of mine recently had it done and she said she did OK until they got to the little lines on the outside of her eyes and then she got a little woozy and there was a little bruising.  She was pretty pleased with the results though.

All that is well and good for the brave heart amongst you…but I am a wimp.  Literally, the idea of you sticking a needle in my face…albeit a little needle, FOR FUN, just doesn’t quite make me able to sit still.  Now, there are certain cosmetic procedures that I feel I could endure but for some reason the tiny needle in my face is not one of them!  So, as I sat at my dressing table the other day, I pondered how to handle this dilemma of the particularly annoying lines forming on my forehead (of course, I was reminded of that hysterical scene in Christmas with the Cranks where Tim Allen’s character had a little tooooo much of the Botox love going on.)  And I was struck with an idea straight from God himself of how I could avoid the little needle and hide the lines without duct tape being involved…BANGS!  Why had I not thought of this before????  So, like any good Southern girl I called my Aunt (who happens to be my age…don’t ask as it will forever be a bizarre little tale of how my Mother and Grandmother were pregnant at the same time…back in the dark ages) for her opinion on bangs.
Boy howdy, was she all for it.  In her words, “I tried to let mine grow out the last time I got a haircut. I made it about 3 weeks or a month and then gave up. I trimmed them one morning before work and BAM…it made my whole head look practically marvelous immediately!  It was a miracle. I’m a bangs fan for myself…I mean it…even the BACK looked better that day.”  So, there I sat totally convinced I had completely solved my latest obsessive struggle with aging and then she added, “Fat solves winkles to some extent as well. I’ve somehow mastered wrinkles WITH fat.  Oh well.  Whatever. 

Hey what can I say, my pool of advisers can have a unique perspective from time to time but you gotta love them and I promptly made an appointment with my sweet, precious hairdresser (who also doubles as a therapist of the best kind, not to mention does the BEST blowouts on the face of the earth!)  Needless to say she was a bit wary when I rushed in and said “cut ‘em off” with what appeared to be a spur of the moment idea (it was!) especially since she was more than familiar with my mental state over the last few months.  But, she did it and I lived with it…and not seeing where the little places where the needles would need to go anymore was comforting.  Then low and behold I decided I needed a whole new do and I think, I really do, that I have saved myself from the little needles just a bit longer.   

Bangs win over Botox….hands down!

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Sunday, July 20, 2014

Two steps forward, Three steps back...

I have been doing really well lately, or at least I thought I had been..  I haven’t cried in a while.  But today, when I was getting my youngest ready for camp I opened a drawer and saw all sorts of memories.  They were clothes he had out grown, clothes from happier times when we had a whole family.  The tears started and I couldn’t stop them.  I just wanted to lay down in those clothes and cry myself to sleep.  I am crying again now as I think about it.  I miss my family and what family meant so very much.  We are now full of fractures filled with anger, hate and mistrust.  One thing I wanted my entire life is for my children to have close loving relationships with each other and I am seeing that dissolve before my very eyes. I hate this. I miss having back up when a child rearing issue comes up.. I miss knowing that there is someone who can step in when I can't handle it.  I am so tired of doing this alone.  I miss having someone to share the day with…I am lonely.  

I am tired of being strong when I really feel like “where are you God?” Why did this happen to us?

When will it ever, ever, ever get easier?

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Monday, July 07, 2014

Banana Bread, Frugalista Style

I am committed to becoming a better steward of what I have been given and one big area that I think I can save is in the kitchen/pantry.  Years ago I was a good couponer and did most of our cooking/baking at home but over the last few years that just went away.  The last couple of years, in particular, saw me almost completely stop cooking/baking.  I used to really enjoy it, though, and I think if I could get back in the swing of things I would enjoy it again and it would be better financially and health wise.  Not to mention, with 2 boys and their friends, it is important to always have some snacky stuff on hand.

So today I decided rather than throwing out the 3 bananas that had seen better days I would make banana bread!  I found this recipe which called for just a few ingredients (all of which I had on hand!)

Banana Bread

  • 3 or 4 ripe bananas, smashed
  • 1/3 cup melted butter
  • 1 cup sugar
  • 1 egg, beaten
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla
  • 1-1/2 self rising flour
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. With a fork mix the butter into the mashed bananas in a large mixing bowl.  Mix in the sugar, egg and vanilla. Add the flour last and mix well. Spray a 4x8 inch loaf pan with no stick spray. Pour mixture into prepared loaf pan. Bake for 1 hour.  Cool on rack before removing from pan Iif you can wait that long!) Slice and enjoy!

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Friday, July 04, 2014

Happy 4th of July, 2014

I can't believe I am actually sitting here on the 4th blogging about the day already, but my kiddos are both napping from the fun we have had already.  I am not even sure we will make it out to see the fireworks because they are so pooped!
 Me and my baby girl!
 There were races (that is my sweet baby boy on the very right!)
 And, of course, diving for dollars saps one's energy!
 And most of all aggressive water volley ball will really take it out of you!

So, I am hoping for a second wind so we can catch the fireworks later and finish up this really wonderful celebration!  I hope you had a wonderful day filled with friends, family and fun.
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