One More Thing

When I got home from the show, I heard a weird, yet slightly familiar noise, coming from the basement.

The dryer is.... squeaking. AGAIN!

She's a Cougar

My Mom bought 3 tickets for the Sheryl Crow concert last night and she took Stacey and I with her. WOOT! We love going to shows, and it's such a nice mother/daughter(s) thing to do. Thanks Ma! The next show is Hairspray in November. Can't wait.

We went for dinner first, and included some testosterone (aka Christian) in the mix. He does really well being tossed in the mix with three ladies. I think this has something to do with the fact that he was outnumbered growing up.

Anyways, I was pretty excited to find out that Jim Cuddy was the opening act. I love me some Blue Rodeo, and he played a couple of their songs. One of them being "Five Days in May", which is my favorite. (Even though Christian makes fun of me for this, because he assumed it was the only Blue Rodeo song I knew. PFF!)

We had great seats, and if I would have worn my glasses I would have been able to see Sheryl's face! Haha! She was great, it's amazing how clear and strong her voice is. She was pretty funny too. She was talking about the perks of playing a show in a hockey arena. (She saw the Blades leaving the ice before they started setting up.)

She asked the audience how old the Blades are;

Her: Are they about 20 or so?
Her: Do you think I'm too old for them?
Audience: No! (Cheers)
Her: Right, I'm not too old for them, even though I am old enough to be their mother?
Her: I'm a cougar!
Audience: (Laugher)

Plus, she made fun of Paris Hilton, commented on the presidential election, as well as the US economy, and she sang "Gasoline".

We really couldn't believe how small, and skinny she is in real life. She does not have a woman's body. She's shaped like a child. The space between her legs is shocking. I don't think she could make her thighs touch, even if she gave it her all! Bitch.

Ps. Her hair kinda sucked.

(Not that I could really tell without my glasses on, but I trust my sister.)

(She rocked, though, so who cares?)

Divine THIS!

Saturday night, after our dinner date at EE Burritos, we headed over to Christian's friend's place. We'll call him Larry.

I need to backtrack to earlier in the evening. I had gone into my closet to find a specific pair of jeans to wear. I got lost in there (it's kinda big), and ended up in the size 29 section. It almost ruined my evening, until I realized that all those pants shrunk, and it really has nothing to do with me. (stop laughing!)

Anyways, this sparked some nostalgia in me, and I ended up at the dining room table with the bottom drawer of my jewelry box. I have so much crap in there, it's kind of silly actually. Some of the items in there are important to me though, like the first ring my grandparents gave me, my daughters pride ring, a dorky locket that my mom and sister gave me for my 16th birthday (they even put their pictures in there! haha) etc.

There are some things in that box that I just don't know what to do with though. Uhhh..like the engagement ring and wedding band from my ex-marriage, as well as his wedding band (that he never wore, ever, so who cares). Anywho, I'm not holding on them for any sentimental value. I just don't really know what to do with them. Also, our finances were already joint when he bought the ring, on OUR credit line. So needless to say, I feel like I paid for half of that stupid ring. I tried it on while we were sitting there and it almost became stuck! After I yanked it off, Christian laughed and said, "Phewf. We almost had to break up for a there, for a second."

My point, is that neither of us really care that the rings are in there. There is no value to these objects. The past is the past. I am who I am, because of my past.

Fast forward, and we are back at Larry's, sharing some wine on his stoop. I tell him the story about the ring almost becoming stuck on my finger(because we thought it was pretty funny) and he's instantly horrified.

Him: Why didn't you give it back!?
Me: Why should I? I paid for half the effin thing!
Him: Bad karma, just get rid of it! Seriously.
Me: Well, really, what does it matter? I could pawn it I suppose.
Him: Don't pawn it, make it disappear! Burn it!

Larry has read The Celestine Prophecy. So from this new (or maybe not so new) knowledge, he has these fears that Christian and I will be doomed forever, if I don't destroy the rings.

I still have the wedding dress in my closet too! That almost pushed poor Larry over the edge. I have looked into donating it to a charity for underprivileged brides (that sounds retarded, but there really is a group that does this). The dress was cheap to begin with and the shipping could cost more than its worth, not to mention the time and effort that I don't care to give up . I told Larry that if it would make him feel better, we could burn it. But really, that would be placing significance on something that has no significance to me.

So instead, I told him I might just hide the rings behind the baseboards in his house. Or maybe, one morning, he'll open his front door to leave for work and my wedding dress will be hanging from his eves, swaying in the wind...all creepy-like.

He'll be cursed forever, too!

Red Is The New Black

This weekend I decided to treat myself to a spa trip. I no longer wear gel nails, so I figure that the money I'm saving will pay for me to indulge in pedicures and manicures every so often. I went to a new spa in the city called Edgewater Spa, it was very fancy shmancy. I had a very nice esthetician. Actually everyone there was very nice, I'm sure it had nothing to do with the fact that I dropped a hundred bucks there that afternoon. ;)

I chose a color called "Ruby Pumps" by China Glaze, for my toes. But the girl talked me into painting my short little finger nails too. She said "Oh please! It looks so cute on short little nails. Nothing at all like long hooker nails with red polish, promise." Well how could I resist that? lol

I actually quite like it. Its really fun, and now my nails look like smarties!

(Have you noticed how all the young girls on TV are wearing black polish on their little smartie nails? I might be brave enough to try that now!)

On a different note, yesterday I stepped on the scale, it showed 3lbs lost! Technically, today was my weigh in day, so this morning I got on the scale again, and it only showed 0.6 lost. What? Ugh.

This past week I followed Weight Watchers perfectly, I didn't even eat all my points. I know it will all balance out. I'm sure if I step on that stupid metal monster tomorrow morning, it will be more realistic, but jeezus.

I should have weighed Christian last week too, I'm sure after the week of eating my weight watchers cooking for dinners and most lunches, he has probably lost 17lbs.

Quick Update

Two minutes after I publish my last post, my boss calls. It goes something like this;

RING RING

I look at the phone, it says "BOSS' NAME-4293". I pick it up and say "Hello". He hangs up.

RING RING

Same thing again, "BOSS' NAME-4293". Sigh. I pick it up again, and I say "You having some problems?"

All I hear is giggling in the back ground and then he says "No, just practicing."

Me: Practicing what?
Him: Hee hee, just practicing dialing!
Me: That's special. Um, are you ok?
Him: Ya, I'm great, hee hee.
Me: Oook, well I'm gonna hang up now.
Him: Wait! Hang up and then come see me.

This why I think we are "The Office"

"Welcome to the Hotel Hell. Check in time is now. Check out time is never."-Dwight

I have a hard time watching the TV show "The Office". I think it's because I work in an office setting, and the show just makes me feel weird. Maybe because I would fit in? (Shit) All they need to do is add a bunch of electronic technicians, and voila, we are "The Office".

Sadly enough, they have nicer offices. Although, I do have 7 foot tall cubicle walls that keep most of the crazies out.

Right outside my cube, is a row of repair technicians. These guys fix the faulty equipment when it comes in. Behind my cube is the maintenance department. I'm not sure what they do, besides wear matching uniform shirts and suspenders. Oh, and they talk extremely loud. Is this a prerequisite for maintenance men?

Anywho, I rarely leave my personal hell cubicle. It has almost all the comforts of home. I have pictures, a computer, a heater, an umbrella, a variety of teas, and cuticle oil. What more could I ask for? Oh...I know. A bathroom that isn't 4 effing blocks away. I kid you not, I work in a building that is 90,000 sq ft. They should buy all of us scooters, it would save money on all the wasted walking time.

I am on the second floor of my building, and until recently, we shared the upstairs with the research and development department. Well, they moved to a different building, so manufacturing has taken over.

There are so many really weird things I could tell you about manufacturing. Ill give you the top three.

-They all wear matching blue smocks.
-They have scheduled coffee and lunch breaks, and they actually have a bell that goes off at the beginning and end of these breaks. Just like school!
-Daily, they do stretches together. They get in great big circles, and someone leads them. It's cute.

My company now has over 900 employees. When I started, there were less than 200. I can walk to the bathroom (and its far!) and not see a single, familiar face. But, if you get all the oldies (but goodies) together, we could have our own show.

Look how "team like" my department is. We even match!



(Ps. Robin, why aren't you in this pic? Do you purposely not come to work for picture days?)

I've been with %^&#@* for 8 1/2 years. Maybe it's time for a new office, non?

Pizza Face

I consider myself pretty lucky. For many reasons, actually. One of the more superficial reasons being that I have always had clear skin, until recently.

All of a sudden in the last two weeks, my chin has turned into a pimple constellation! I'm not sure why. I've tried everything, but they keep coming. Wtf? Is this adult onset acne?

One of the other reasons that I consider myself lucky, is that Christian and I rarely disagree with each other (aww! Ok..sorry.. please don't gag). However, we do disagree on zit maintenance. Christian thinks he is an expert (No, I'm serious, he really does.) He thinks that you need to pop the f^%k out of the little bastards until they bleed. He views the swollen welt left over is an accomplishment. The pained look on his face is priceless as he is using his zit popping "skillz".

Most people wouldn't even notice that he has a pimple, except for the giant welt he leaves behind "fixing" it.

I have a sinking suspicion that he is using my pillow when I'm not around. Maybe he secretly wants me to be part of his zit popping club? Or, maybe he's getting back at me for dipping his toothbrush in the toilet.

No Quitting Please!

Last week I emailed all my clients to let them know, from that point on, I will only do hair on Thursdays.

It felt amazing.

I considered quitting, but I still love doing hair and visiting with my clients. I'm just getting tired of the responsibility.

I've been doing this whole, work 8 hours a day and fit people in wherever I could, thing for 8.5 years. Although, over the last few years I had started saying "no" more often, and I became less available on shorter notice. That helped. I sort of eased into this transition.

If they love me enough, they'll book ahead to come see me.

It was kind of funny though, because shortly after the email went out, I started receiving responses from a few people.

"I'm assuming I fit into this category, because you sent me this email, right?"

"Oh man! So I can only come on Thursdays too?"

"Uh oh, book me in on October 2nd, please!"

The neat thing is that most of my clients have morphed into really good friends, hence the questions about if my rules apply to them as well.

I still have my very first client. She followed me from salon to salon and then finally to my home. Ive been doing her hair for 10 years now. How could I ever quit her?

On a side note, check out Clever Girl's post about hairstyling. (Then read the rest of her blog, because she's freakin hilarious!)

http://clevergirlgoesblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-comb-not-magic-wand.html

I seriously understand her pain. When clients walk in with pictures of Jennifer Aniston, or some other unrealistic chick's hairdo, I cover the face with my fingers and say "Do you still want this hairstyle?"

Ps. My Grandpa was a barber for, like, a million years..So I probably shouldn't complain. Men are way more work than women. ;)

Update

Ok, so that Lean Cuisine Panini thing was actually pretty decent, especially considering that you put it in the microwave! (I sorta assumed it would taste like ass.)

Its like effing magic, people! It came out toasted.

I did an hour long step aerobics class tonight while Vance and Christian went water sliding. It was really fun. I've always liked aerobics, it just always works out that the classes are at such wonky times. Why doesn't anyone want to get up and sweat at like...6am?

Night.

Insert Inspring Quote Here "______"

"Nothing tastes as good as thin feels."

-some skinny person

Remember that part, in an earlier entry, about how I was pretending that my dryer didn't really squeak? Well, for the last 6 months, I have been pretending that I haven't really gained weight, and that my clothes just kinda shrank on their own. Ugh. Too bad I'm so good at this pretending shit.

Last week, I stepped on the scale again. I hate the scale. When I am actively losing weight, I am scale obsessed. That stupid little white platform has the power to completely ruin my day. Forget how good I feel before I step on it, every thought I have from that point is about how to change that stupid little number.

I guess that was the motivation I needed. This morning I got back on that evil machine and I am 1lb down.

Which brings me to another point. 1lb? I know that's healthy and stuff, but come on! All you men out there can stop having that "extra" beer for a week, and you lose 5lbs. Pft.

Anyways, if you are curious, I follow the points system on Weight Watchers. I'm actually a life time member. (That means that I have lost the weight before, hit my goal weight, and maintained it...Oops.) This time around, I am still following Weight Watcher's, but I'm doing it on my own for a while. If I go back now, they'll make me step on the scale, and then send me back to detention so that I can pay my fines. (Ok. It's not a "fine" , per say , but if you go over your goal weight you have to pay the meeting fee.) I'd rather spend that money on, over priced, Lean Cuisines.


I'll keep you updated. Obsession starts now.

100

1. This whole blogging thing is very new to me, and I can see myself becoming quite addicted!
2. I'm not very good at asking for what I want.
3. I'm learning though.
4. I was born in Kincardine, Ontario.
5. I have a diploma in Cosmetology, which is basically a fancy name for hairstyling.
6. I am extremely pumped that there is a new 90210 series.
7. I cried during the last episode of the original Beverly Hills.
8. Making dinner, doing laundry and cleaning, give me a sense of accomplishment.
9. I'm kind of anal about things.
10. Dishes in the sink drive me crazy.
11. I feel lost with out my cell phone.
12. My son's middle name is Theodore.
13. My Dad's first name is Theodore.
14. My great uncle's name was Theodore.
15. He died in WWII, in France, fighting for this country.
16. I was married at 22.
17. I learned a lot from that experience, and I try not to regret it.
18. I look a lot like my Mom.

19. I sound like her too.
20. In high school my friends would call and think they were talking to me when she answered the phone.
21. Sometimes she would play along.
22. I'm a Great Western pusher.
23. My job isn't mentally challenging enough for me.
24. Sometimes I regret not going to university.
25. I had the same boy friend all throughout high school.
26. My sister and I used to sing for our families at Christmas time.
27. Christmas is my favorite time of the year.
28. But the tree comes down on Boxing Day!
29. I used to throw my Grandma Mort's cigarettes down the toilet in the out-house at Buffalo Pound Lake.
30. I spent lots of time with both sets of grandparents in the summer, in Moose Jaw.
31. I used to cry when I had to leave them.
32. Vance was 10lbs when he was born.
33. I gained 80lbs with that pregnancy.
34. I'll have those freaking fat cells forever now!
35. I finally feel like I have found my match.
36. It feels surreal sometimes, still.
37. I sing really loud when I'm driving.
38. I still like Mariah Carey, from the old days.
39. I loved art in my teen years.
40. I was very good at drawing.
41. I considered going to the college in Medicine Hat for graphic design.
42. Being a Girl Guide taught me so much.
43. I did trampoline and tumbling as a kid. I was quite competitive.
44. My Dad and step Mom lived in the UAE for many years.
45. I went to Abu Dhabi and Dubai to visit them.
46. I have a dog named Mosley.
47. She sleeps on my bed if I'm not home, so I have to close my bedroom door.
48. My first job was at a restaurant when I was 15.
49. The manager scared the crap out of me.
50. Someone called in-sick for me on my first day.
51. I still don't know who did that.
52. I am on my 8th car.
53. One of them left me stranded on the highway to Davidson.
54. It might still be there.
55. I have a step sister and a step brother, but I don't include the "step" part anymore.
56. I had a really huge pool party the first week of grade 12 when my family was in BC.
57. I thought I cleaned up so well.
58. My Dad found pool noodles, and goggles on the roof of the house.
59. The police showed up at the house, while I had gone to Subway with a friend.
60. I was mostly a good kid.
61. I don't remember being spanked by my parents.
62. My Grandma S. spanked me once, and she still apologizes for it.
63. I only have two cousins.
64. My Mom is an only child.
65. My Dad has one brother.
66. I recently learned that my great grandpa Mort moved here from the states.
67. My Mom's maiden name is french.
68. I love all inclusive resorts.

69. And pina coladas :)
70. I want to travel the world.
71. I want to be able to take my son to see Disney World some day.
72. I want another baby.
73. I played the alto saxophone in band.
74. I hate winter.
75. I think I get depressed in February, because I need more sunlight.
76. I think shoveling is a man's job.
77. I hope that doesn't offend any feminists.
78. I suck at sewing.
79. I used to watch Days of Our Lives every day up until a few years ago.
80. I almost stopped watching when Marlena became possessed.
81. I only watch DVDs or downloads of TV shows now.
82. I can't stand commercials anymore.
83. And it causes me to swear at the TV.
84. I love going to funny movies with my friend Tara.
85. Because we usually laugh at the most inappropriate times, and that makes it funnier.
86. I met Tara when I was 4 years old.
87. Vance loves Sponge Bob Square Pants.
88. He called his pacifier his "guy" when he started talking.
89. I used to always make the bed every morning.
90. Christian does it now.
91. He told me his name was Lenny, when we first met.
92. I never call him that.
93. I often go to his hockey games.
94. And 90% of the time, I don't know he scored any goals until the next day when I check the website.
95. I sleep with my hands scrunched up, under my chest.
96. I like pj pants.
97. I love my bed.
98. I have glasses, but I almost never wear them.
99. I hated ballet and tap lessons.
100. Vance is the most amazing piece of my life.

Yes!

It works!



The other guy is behind the dryer.

Correction

So my Dad called. He wanted to correct me.

(Probably because he feels bad that middle aged men, from work, think that I'm an orphan.)

Anyways, he says spray WD-40 on the pulley, not the belt. He said he does it all the time. I think this may be key information!

The boys are tackling the LDE412 tonight. I'm feeding them burgers, and Safeway brand macaroni salad. They play hockey tonight, so no beers before the game.

I might take pictures when they aren't looking.

Stay tuned.

Remember when I gave you money?

On September 7th my older sister, Stacey, ran her 5th marathon, which was a huge accomplishment within itself, despite the other challenges that she faced this time around. I try to imagine the dedication that it takes to prepare mentally and physically for such a challenge. Just the mere idea of running 42KM makes me mentally and physically exhausted.

See! Now I need a nap.

What was even more impressive this time around was the fact that she achieved her best time (3hrs38mins). She qualified for the Boston Marathon and kept her blood sugar in check. Stacey was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes in December of 2007. She actually wondered if she would ever be able to run a marathon again, which I'm sure had to be heartbreaking since running is such a huge passion of hers.

I went with her to Regina to be her driver, and her cheerleader. We spent a night in the retched, oops..I mean fabulous, Hotel Sask. That evening we met up with a very dear friend of mine and enjoyed each others company while having one.. ok.. four glasses of wine and a delicious meal. We went to bed early, on sleep number beds. These beds are basically air mattresses with compressors attached to them, and fancy little remotes with numbers. They kinda, pretty much, suck.



We had a few giggles and fell asleep, only to wake up at 3am sweating our asses off. I guess 100 year old hotels don't have air conditioners. Stacey ran the marathon the next day on very little sleep.

I dropped her off at the start line, then I met with a few friends, enjoyed some coffee and basically had a relaxing morning (sounds pretty lazy considering Stacey was running the whole time). Friend and I got to the finish line a bit early, and thank goodness we did, because Stacey shaved many minutes off of her last personal best. We could have missed her crossing the finish line!

We all cried. That was a moment that I couldn't help being one of those "Moms". I was super proud of her. Maybe I don't quite "get" this whole running thing, but I do "get" how important it is to her.



Stacey is going to run the Boston Marathon, and she is seriously considering running it for Team Diabetes. If she does, she will be raising money for The Canadian Diabetes Association, which in turn goes towards research. Of course, I will let you all know because I will be hitting you up for donations. :)

Time for Another?

I can hardly believe that my child is old enough to be in kindergarten. I know all parents probably say that exact same line on the first day of school, and I know all non-parents want to gouge out their eardrums when they hear this type of rambling. But seriously, I'm still so shocked that I have been in charge of this little human being for 5 years already and I haven't even dropped him on his head once!

I remember my first day of kindergarten. I remember the teacher forcing me to do the craft that day, even though I wanted nothing to do with it. We were given a cut-out of a brown bear and we were supposed to glue elbow macaroni to it. I wanted to go home.

I was a bit worried that Vance's first day would go like that as well but, to my surprise it did not. He loves school! Even though, the day before school started, he still hated doing crafts (Where does he get that from?). Now he does the craft every time, and he tells me that he likes it. Is she drugging my kid?

I arranged my day so that I could be there to drop Vance off and pick him up from his very first day of kindergarten. My morning was kind of a disaster (car issues) so I actually forgot to cry when I dropped him off. (Ok, that's a lie, I'm not really one of those crying Moms. I cry when my dog shits all over my carpet, or when my dryer squeaks incessantly.)

He didn't even see me leave. He was sitting on the ABC carpet with all the other kids, and I was on the sidelines trying to get his attention so that I could hug him goodbye. "Pssst! Vance. Vance, Im leaving. Vance?". He didn't even look up.

Here's a pic for you. As you can see, he was all smiles that morning.



I hope he smiles like that for his school picture. I on the other hand had this goofy side smile that appeared special, just for my first school picture, and never again.

The Lint Diaries

Last night, when Christian was trying to come up with a title for his latest blog post, I told him that I was going to blog about my dryer. We both laughed (you'll see why). He told me that I have much more interesting topics to blog about besides my dryer. We'll see about that. I’ll start with my dryer and go from there.

Rewind to approximately three months ago. My Maytag LDE412 dryer (yup, I know the model number) started to squeak. It wasn’t 100% of the time. The sound probably occurred about 20% of the time, and it was only at the start up of my drying session. Once the machine was warm enough, it would stop making the sound. So I mentioned this to Christian. He didn’t have much to say about it. See, he's not really schooled in the methods of repairing dryers and neither am I. Of course my next step is to pretend that the dryer wasn’t actually making any sounds, except that my basement suite tenant reminds me a few days later that it really is making terrible noises. Sigh.

The next day I'm at work sitting outside and one of the maintenance guys is also outside when I'm telling my co-worker that my dryer makes these terrible noises. He interrupts and tells me I need to go to Canadian Tire and buy some belt grease. "Just spray the belt at the back of the dryer, it will stop squeaking." I thank him for this bit of advice and at the end of the day, when I go home, I decide to go downstairs and have a look at the machine. My washer and dryer are side by side with walls on either side, there is no room to walk around and look at the back. I have to climb up on top of the dryer to see the back of it. And let me tell you, its really scary back there! All these long lost socks, lint and dust. Plus, it’s really dark back there!

I decide to ignore the maintenance man's advice, and I get the hell off the dryer and run back upstairs. The next day, and every day after that for two weeks, Mr. Maintenance man asks "Did you fix your dryer yet?" and I’d have to look down at my feet, ashamed, and say, "No". So one day he shows up with a can of belt grease as a gift. He's middle aged, I don’t even know his name and I still don’t. I'm thinking maybe he feels sorry for me, because if I had a Dad in close proximity I would not have been talking about a squeaky dryer in the first place. Maybe he thinks I'm an orphan. Thanks Dad. Anyways, I take the belt grease home and show Christian. I don’t even remember what he said in response, it was probably "Oh." So, I try to pull the dryer out on my own. I'm not strong enough, so I put the can of grease on the shelf next to the dryer. It's still there.

Fast forward to two weeks ago. My Maytag LDE412 dryer squeaks 100% of the time now. I consider buying a new dryer. I say smart ass things to Christian like "What?! I can’t hear you, the dryer is too loud!” I consider buying new clothes instead of doing laundry. Finally, I email my dad and ask him for advice. I'm mad at him for not offering to fly here and fix it. I mean, come on, he chose to move away! Who am I supposed to get to fix the fan in my freezer and the squeak in my dryer? He emails me back and this is his response, "It’s the belt. Have Christian remove the bottom panel and spray some WD-40 on it. Squeaking will stop. Love, Dad."

I forward this email to Christian. He googles, and he googles and he googles. He finds documentation that says "DO NOT GREASE! REPLACE THE PARTS!" So I forget about it again. Well not really, I stew on it for about a week. I then email him on Friday and tell him that after work I'm climbing over and I'm going to open the stupid thing myself and I'm going to spray the stupid thing with grease. His response "If you were hanging from a vertical rope, clutching onto it with your hands and below was a bunch of hungry alligators, would you want that rope to be all greased up? I don't know why this is such a hard concept. Your belt relies on friction to spin the barrel, THE BELT NEEDS TO CLING TO THE BARREL IN ORDER TO GRIP IT AND THEREFORE SPIN IT. Imagine what would happen in the belt were all greasy. It would slide over the barrel and the barrel wouldn't spin. Don't let your frustration ruin your concept of elementary physics. Once when I was a kid I was on the monkey bars in the school yard and I could feel my hands losing their grip. I slipped off and cut my head open when it hit the ground. Why? Because I had Chap Stick on my fingers. Imagine trying to steer your car with butter all over the steering wheel." I have to admit that his response made me laugh out loud, but it also made me want to dip his tooth brush in the toilet when he wasn’t looking.

So on Saturday night we were sitting in the backyard having a fire with a friend of Christian's, he's a mechanic. He's a super nice guy, and we were talking about cars with him because, well, he's a mechanic. Anyways, somehow we end up talking about timing belts, which brings Christian and I both back to the dryer belt. We're both very anxious to ask the mechanic his opinion and get our points across. My final statement was this; "What will happen if I spray grease on the belt?" Mr. Mechanic says "The squeaking will stop.” Just as I'm getting ready to do the "I win" dance, he says something else. "But…..you'll have grease all over you clothes. Buy me some beer and I'll come over and Christian and I will fix it. No big deal."

No big deal? Oh my god! I almost told him that I would name my next child after him, but then I realized that it was a stupid idea because he has the same first name as my ex husband and that would just be, well, weird.

Thursday is the big night. I'll let you know how it goes.

What the?

Hello. My name is Lindsey, and I'm a blog-aholic.

I'm really good at texting. This blogging thing can't be that much different, can it?