Musings from Mom

Two days from now I will begin my detox. I'm looking forward to it though I'm worried about being hungry all the time. The detox I'm doing is for my liver and digestive system. I bought a herbal "internal cleansing system" through vitacost.com and it arrived today. I'm anxious to begin but unfortunately we are going out to dinner tomorrow night and I know I won't be eating well so I plan to indulge tomorrow and start on Wednesday. The idea of flushing toxins out of my system is exciting! :o)

Wish me luck! I'll report back later this week on my progress.

I just finished reading The Honk and Holler Opening Soon by Billie Letts. It took me a while but I finally finished it up last night. It was mediocre. Not as good as Where the Heart Is. I loved that book and flew through it. But this one... while the characters were unique and fun the writing seemed a bit too descriptive or something. Either way I liked it.

It was funny because I couldn't finish The Honk fast enough. I had the fifth book of Harry Potter waiting for me on the shelf, just screaming my name. I couldn't take it anymore so I decided yesterday morning that I'd better finish The Honk or else. I started The Order of the Phoenix last night and I'm already 70 pages in to it. Harry intrigues me. I never thought I'd become a Harry junkie, but after seeing the third movie this year in the theaters I felt the urge to catch up. I had previously read the first two books and liked them, but never felt like I had to read them. But now I cannot get Harry out of my head!!!

And stupidly enough I keep wondering if Harry will ever lose his virginity. Huh. Sicko.

I was watching a bit of School of Rock with Jack Black this afternoon. Suddenly it occured to me who he reminds me of....

I would be willing to bet a ton of money (that I don't have) that Jack Black and Rosie O'Donnell are siblings. They remind me so much of one another! Their appearances, goofiness, etc. It's a bit creepy actually. Once I realized this I kept thinking I was watching Rosie play the part instead of Jack. As butchy as she is it really wasn't that hard to believe... :o)

This house building business gets more complicated every day. I went to the lighting place yesterday to look at light options for the new house. I walk into this smallish showroom and peek around at the choices. I see somethings that I like and some I cannot believe anyone would want in their home. Then I meet the girl who is in charge of our builder's accounts. She says I will need an appointment to order the lights, to call her once the electrical lines are put in, blah blah blah. And she hands me her business card along with 3 books of nothing but lighting fixtures, etc. OH MY GAWD. These are not your normal books. These are like JCPenney catalog size books. Page upon page upon page of choices. How can anyone in their right mind figure out exactly what they want when there are gobs of choices? I looked at the books last night until my eyes went cross. I cannot take anymore fixture gazing.

The good news is that we still have plenty of time to decide. The bad news is that I am not sure I will be able to decide EVER. I have Decisionitis -- the fear of making the wrong decision.

My youngest and I headed out store hopping this morning after dropping off my oldest at school. C is turning 3 in two weeks and he's a lot of fun to be with. He keeps me laughing all the time.

Today our mission was to buy a sink/vanity/mirror combo from Home Depot. I had scoped this particular vanity out yesterday and reported back to my husband about it. He said to buy it if I knew it was what I wanted. Yeeha! Hence, going back to HD again today to get it. Anyhow, we walked into HD and immediately went to the sink department. I looked through the boxes, each weighing about a bazillion pounds, and could not find what I wanted in a box. But the display was there. I found an employee to help, though this was not his department so he wasn't too helpful. To make a long story short, they do not have any more in stock and will not being getting anymore until January. Blech!

Defeated, I left the store telling my son we would go home. Then it dawned on me that there was another HD nearby. We headed in it's direction to see if they had any in stock. Lo and behold they did! BUT (there's always a huge but(t) in every story I tell....) it was not the right color. They had white not wood stained. Blech again!

Defeated yet again we left.

After making a few more stops at Target, etc., I felt like IHOP would help cure my defeat. We lunched there. C ate a whole plate of spaghetti and I ate the chesse blintzes with strawberries.... mmm... yum. And with full bellies we came home.

Now C's taking a nap and I'm not too far behind him. It's been a stressful, pointless day.

Kindergartners are a mystery. You never know what they are going to do. Today was another one of those days. My 5-year-old comes home from school with a note from his teacher. I open it up thinking it's going to be good news, but I'm immediately shocked by how it reads. Apparently my son and several other kids decided it would be fun to have a scissors fight during social studies today. The teacher had her back turned and caught the tail-end of the fight just as another child's finger was cut. YIKES! What the hell? This is not my kid! He's so evil demon dressed in a 5-year old's clothing!

My husband and I sat our son down and talked with him, explaining how he needs to make better decisions at school. I told him that I cannot hold his hand all the time and tell him what's right and wrong. He has to use his brain and figure out what he should be doing. Of course he took the scolding harshly and started to cry. I felt bad because I know he's sorry. But at the same time I'm still pissed that he made a bad choice.

It just goes to show that no matter what you instill in your child they still have a mind of their own. Hopefully tomorrow, being another day, will be better.

My kids woke me around 7 this morning. I groggily got up and realized that today was the last day of worldly existence. Who knew? Outside the wind was causing such a ruckus you could feel the house shake. I half expected the roof to fly off at any moment, and find myself zooming across the sky inside of a giant twister, reminiscent of The Wizard of Oz. I guess I got lucky because I never landed in Munchkin Land, which is good because that scene has always freaked me out a bit anyway.

Yet, the wind howled on, and 5 hours later it's still going. It's not your typical wind either. It's the wind you see in horror movies. Leaves fly through the air as if they know where they're going. Trees lean toward the ground, their branches reaching out to grab little animals as they run by. In a word -- weird. A very weird day.

When The Amazing Race (TAR) first began a few years ago I immediately fell in love. I'm a reality TV junkie, limiting myself to just a few shows at a time. And at the time TAR first aired I was a faithful Survivor fan (to this day I've yet to miss an episode). But as faithful as I was, when TAR came on I realized I'd found my new favorite show. I absolutely love this show!

Part of this passion for the show stems from being a non-traveller. It's impossible to fathom the history behind the places east of the Atlantic Ocean.

Watching the teams on TAR I feel so much excitement for them. They are living my dream! It would be so awesome to be part of the show. I hope the contestants realize that I am just one of millions who wish they could be participating. Because the contestants are very lucky!

From now on I'll continue to be a faithful TAR watcher. And from the comfort of my couch I'll dream about all of the excitement I'm missing.