The Crown Prince's head

I'm sad that Prince William is losing his hair. It looks like it's thinning a little. He was such a cute little boy and I can't picture him as a bald man. Not that there's anything wrong with a bald head. But on Prince William, there is. I just wanted him to keep his boyish looks forever. Hopefully the royal family has access to the top hair specialists to help him with his challenged hair follicles. I would think they would with their being royal and a family and all.

Really, I don't know for sure if he is losing his hair. But if he is: shucks and darn.

Number 1 in something

I'm expecting a big shiny award medal soon. For Most Boring Blogger. I'm pretty sure I'm the winner. It's not easy being this boring. It takes guts. And sweat. Sweaty guts. Yeah, I've got that. I'll work on some posts. But don't you worry your little self about it. I'll make sure they'll be just as boring as all my other stuff. I need to keep my level of blandness nice and consistent.

The Wild West

I live in an interesting little town. Dry hills above it, swamplands below. I think it used to be an old Indian burial ground. (That's just a rumor, but it makes my town sound more interesting.) There are a lot of kids on my street but sometimes when I'm outside it is very quiet and calm. Not a kid's voice in earshot. Every once in a while during these calm moments I see a black crow flying around. Cawing. I grew up about 12 miles north of where I live now and I don't remember seeing crows flying around. It feels so fairy tale-ish. Very unreal. I just have to stare at the huge bird with the strange voice and watch him fly and land on houses and fly again and land on light posts. I can't take my eyes off it. The caw is the only sound breaking the silence. What the...? Do I live long ago in a land far away or in Utah? Why do the crows like this area? There aren't many trees in the hills above. Maybe they nest in the swamplands.

Whenever I see a sagebrush roll across my path, I don't feel out of place. Utah is filled with the weed. But the thing about sagebrush rolling across a street is that it makes me laugh. I can't help it. Sometimes it's a "holy cow giggle" and sometimes it's a "no way roar". I just point and laugh. I think, "it's just like in the movies!" HAHAAA!

One time I drove over a big one that blew toward my car. Then I forgot that I drove over one. For the next few days my car made a strange sound. I thought I was having engine problems. It turns out, the sagebrush had just gotten stuck under my car and the stem was rubbing on my axle or something and making a weird sound. It was wedged in there good. After lots of prying and swearing* I pulled it out and told myself to dodge the next sagebrush that came blowing my car's way. That was not funny and I did not laugh.

*My swear words aren't normal swear words. My latest words when I get frustrated are "blog!" and sometimes "blogger!". I think they're spelled more like "blagh!" and "blagher!" but still.

Kids' bath toys

As I was looking at the toys that my kids play with in the bath, I have noticed there are a lot of things that I would like to throw away.

First is some sort of box "toy" from a kids meal. I do not know, nor have I ever known, it's purpose. Why do I still have it? That's another thing that I don't know. I have thrown away another one just like it long ago but I guess this one wasn't in my sight that day or it would have had the same fate. Thank you Chick-fil-a for such a mind challenging "toy". It's sometimes used by the kids as a soap dish so I guess I don't mind not having soap scum form on the edge of the tub.

The next is the bottom part of a bubble container. The lid/wand part broke so it got thrown away. The bottom part is still good apparently so it is used for... holding water?

Moving along, we come to a half of an Easter egg. I'm not sure if this was added to the bath toys during last month's Easter or a different Easter. You know, like last year's Easter.

Then there are the tiny sponges. The ones that you "hatch" from the pellets in warm water. As soon as they are hatched I always wish that I could toss them right into the trash but they are a favorite bath toy for my kids. Let's just get it straight that these are "tiny" sponges. The only thing that could actually be cleaned with these miniature sponges is maybe a few fingernails. And we all know that my kids do not spend that kind of cleaning time on their nails. Maybe I should have them scrub the bathtub with a handful of these at a time. That would be a good use for them.

A gel mattress sample. Brought home from my husband's work. I guess there is a high demand for good mattresses in the flooring business. I do not know in what kind of ways this could fun be for my kids to play with in water.

Ohhh, I'm sure glad my children bathe in garbage.

Ribs

Mine, not the food. They hurt. My chiropractor brother said it might be due to sleeping on my side on a pillow that is too flat. I thought about my pillow. It is pretty flat. It's even ugly flat. So I decided to get myself a new one. I looked at the $7 ones and then thought better of it. I decided to splurge and get the $11 one. $4 makes a difference doesn't it? My brother laughed quite heartily about this since according to him a "good" pillow costs around $50. He might be right since, at first, this new $11 pillow was a little too high and fluffy and it's already starting to flatten. Right now it's about how I like it but it makes me wonder how flat it is going to end up.

But I'm not sure if I can spend $50 on a pillow. Do they go bad as fast as the cheap ones? Maybe not. Maybe that's why they cost so much. Would you be able to spend that much on a pillow?

My vacuum sucks...

...and I can't believe it. We got it for our wedding 9 years ago and it still sucks things up. It's just a cheap little Eureka. A few years ago the hose didn't work and we tried everything to figure out why it didn't suck but we never could figure it out. ("Everything" meaning we stuck a straightened hanger all the way through the hose and where the hose goes into the main part and found nothing blocking the way.) So we just assumed that we couldn't use the hose anymore. But then one day the hose started working again. And it is still sucking away (along with the main sucking part). I never thought it would last this long. Maybe it doesn't pick up all the microscopic little things that the fancier vacuums do but it picks up every visible thing and leaves those nice little just-vacuumed lines on the carpet. We have been thinking about getting a new vacuum lately but how can you throw away a perfectly good vacuum that still sucks? I thought for sure it would die sooner than this so that we would just have to get a new one.

Writer's block

I got nothin.

The end.

Can someone please find me a pair of pants shaped like this?

Apparently this is the only kind of pants that will not give me muffin top.

I may need some suspenders though.

And maybe a little hat with a twirly helicopter thingy on top.

Funny things I have heard lately

Addie says: Oh me gosh! Oh me gosh! - Maybe it's just funny to me. But you have to hear it in her tiny two year old voice.

While waiting for the train at Disneyland, Ben was looking at the R.R. on the train and he said proudly: And I know what R.R. stands for! Red Robins!

I was at the chiropractor and my mom came in. (Yes, we go to the same chiropractor. Why? Because he's my brother.) I had recently gotten my hair done which means it is blonder than before I got it done. She didn't say hi to me at first and then when she finally looked at me she said: Oh, it's you! I didn't recognize you with your white hair.

(This made me laugh in a high-pitched, sad sort of way.)

Ouch!

Good thing we've got a chiropractor in the family.

Biology minute

Did you know that yawning is your body's way of getting rid of extra carbon dioxide? (At least that's one theory that a high school teacher shared with us.) If you think about it, during a yawn, you bring in lots of oxygen and then breathe out as far as you can. When you are bored or tired you are breathing more shallow and so you don't rid yourself of enough carbon dioxide. When you fall asleep, you breathe deeply and so... no more yawning. Also, when you are up doing things and/or talking you are breathing deeply. So next time you can't stop yawning try breathing deep. Especially the breathing out part.

Isn't it weird that you can make yourself yawn though? Like when your ears get plugged during ascending and descending. When I read books to my kids and the character yawns, I can make the perfect sound effect with a (real) yawn of my own. And isn't it weird that yawning is contagious? I think so.

A tribute

Hello fruity fruit snacks.
I do love you so.
I know you are supposed to be just for kids,
but what is a grown woman supposed to do when she craves a mega-punch of sugar rushing through her veins?
I know what:
Turn to you and your colorful, sticky, sweetness.
That's what.
You've never let me down.
My husband wonders how our kids go through a box so fast.
Hmmm... I don't know. (gulp)

Postscript: that was a nervous gulp and not an I-just-ate-a-fruit-snack gulp.