(Formerly known as Tuesday…..it’s what’s in my head) Today’s theme song is 10 years old and is still the shit. I was taken back to my days of flatting in Ponsonby, bar-tending and not going to my masters classes in Sociology by the fab DJ …
Driving to the playground yesterday Ethan was telling me about his day at kindy;
Ethan: “I put my arm around Sinead and patted her on the back ’cause she is my bestest friend”
Me: “That was so sweet, I bet you made her very happy”
Ethan: “Yes, but I just can’t wait to grow up, sometimes I just can’t wait!”
Me: “Why? and what has that got to do with Sinead being your bestest friend?”
Ethan: “Well, when I grow up I want to be just like Daddy and be Daddy’s bestest friend”
Me: “I think you are already Daddy’s bestest friend, why do you need to grow up quickly?”
Ethan: “So we can hang out….and drink beers….as well as go skateboarding, Daddy is REALLY into skateboarding and drinking beers”
The boy speaks the truth, can’t argue with that!
Is that not the sweetest thing ever? Nothing like beer to bring a father and his 4yo son together.
Ethan has moved up a level at swimming and is now swimming a whole length of the pool! He was exhausted today as he was the only one in his class so worked super hard for the whole lesson.
I took this as Ethan was roaring up the field to score The Wizards only goal this week. He was so focused, check out his little tongue poking out, those defenders were hot on his heels but Ethan smoked them. MVP again!
I have used the same brand of mascara for 15 years now, good old Maybelline Great Lash Waterproof in Very Black. It’s reliable, it doesn’t give you Panda eyes and it is relatively cheap. Keep in mind that the price of ONE tube here in New …
Writers Workshop from Mama Kat This week my little-big kid * told me I wasn’t to call him baby, babe or bubby any more. Acceptable names are, mousey, mouseling, rabby, bub, melunkin (?sp?) and ratbum * ate half of a family size pizza in …
Your wedding? of course. The birth of your child? Obviously, the 9th month isn’t exactly a walk in the park. But the day us SAHM’s all look forward to has to be the day we get our hair done. I’m serious here people. This is exciting stuff. You usually put it off as long as possible (money is tight, you have to pretty much rearrange the whole family’s schedule, you have to remind your husband a million times that he will have to take the boy to his myriad social engagements on the day of the appointment and did I mention that money is tight? Yeah, good).
So last week when I could stand the state of my roots and ends not one day longer I did it, I made the appointment and the anticipation began. I had 24 hours to wait until I looked and felt like a normal person again.
My hairdressers name is Bushra #1. That’s her name. There is a Bushra #2, but she is obviously number 2 for a reason so I don’t go near her. I was referred to Bushra #1 by a friend who has fab hair – always the best way to find a new hair stylist FYI.
2.30pm rolled around and that expectant anxiety has set in. When your hair looks like ass 95% of the time, your GHD pretty much has cobwebs on it because, lets get real, who among us SAHM’S has the time to straighten? you look to those hair appointments with the kind of miraculous hope that one might otherwise reserve for Barack Obama.
My foils seemed to be on for much longer than I remembered, when I peeked underneath them (and inadvertently bleached my hand) my hair looked flaming orange, and I began to worry that my few grey hairs would become a worry of the past as I lost them all due to rapid onset hair loss due to over-bleaching breakage.
After two marathon toning sessions, Bushra#1 had everything under control, my hair was – in her words – beautiful ‘creamy blonde’ with not a hint of brassy-ho-bag-blonde as I had requested. I was happy, but seriously are you sitting down? $145 INCLUDING a cut. I kid you not.
BAM. I’m back in the game.
