My blender died. It made many a batch of whole-wheat blender pancakes, and survived from before I was married. That’s a pretty fair lifespan. Even when it was time to go, the poor thing tried to hold on, and I had to pry the glass from the motor, where it had tried to grind itself so hard, it had worn down it’s little metal parts and they had practically fused. That’s a hard working blender. A moment of silence, please…
Tomorrow is Beanie’s 5th birthday. He wants to do the whole day backwards, so he can open his presents first, and he wants to grind wheat. Yes, you read that right- grind wheat. The boy loooooves to get the grinder out and feed the wheat kernels into the stone wheels. Happy birthday! Here’s a bag of wheat!! hooray!
Bean is gradually slipping back to his comfortable, pretty pants ways. I know Mo is relieved, since Thing 2 was absorbing the extra girl energy and yearning for some pretty-ness. Bean’s still trying to dress in boy clothes, but I see him eyeing the pretty-ness, and this morning I caught him in a pair of Abby’s pants. I told him he was fine, and he paired the pants with a blue shirt so they became a “boy” outfit. This is all his doing. I’m just hanging back letting him figure it out.
Next time you’re in the store, and they have a big end-cap display of limited edition Pringles, and the Mozzarella Marinara looks interesting to you- run. Run far, far away. Do yourself this kindness. It’s my gift to you.
I’ve finished the energy-color program my friend is getting certified for- we started with a two-day seminar, then we went shopping withour color and energy cards, then she came over to my house and went through my closet. It was intense, and I have no idea if I look better or not. Seems I’m supposed to wear gold, and not so much with the silver I historically prefer. I keep hearing Carrie say Ghetto gold is fine, but for real jewelry? Puh-lease. I’m supposed to wear more pink, and brighter colors. Sigh…
OJ Simpson is on trial again? What the frick did he do now? Criminy. Just put the guy in jail already.
I finished the wedding invitations. They came out pretty. (I need to paint. For those of you waiting, I promise, soon. Bean should finish testing with the District by next week, and once his school starts, I’ll finally have time.) I’m also making the flower-girl dresses for this wedding- not sure how that one happened, but I’m sewing on dupioni silk, and am more than a little nervous. I need a serger..!
I totally cheated for Beanie’s cake tomorrow and bought the frosting in the plastic tub. I never do that! Anyone ever use it before?
Here is my mothering tip for the day: Never, ever let your daughter get hold of your MAC long-wearing lipstick. Abby found my tube of $20 goodness yesterday while I was in the bathroom, and she colored all over her legs, belly and has a few perfect circles from the tube on her cheeks. It set before I caught her, and I have tried cold cream, astringent, eye make-up remover, baby wipes and vitamin E oil. It’s still bright pink, sparkly and pretty. No way am I driving downtown to MAC to buy remover- we just get to live with the painted chick. So if you want good lipstick that lasts, that’s your brand- just beware.