Monthly Archives: September 2012

Funniest Thing I’ve Read in Forever!

I can’t believe I’m posting this, but it was one of the few times in life where I literally laughed so hard I cried, my ribs hurt…and I felt like I’d gotten some great aerobic exercise.

Before I share the link, because I can’t seem to reblog it, I’d like to make it clear that this will NEVER be a subject I’ll cover on my blog. Nope. I don’t like using the word, I don’t like writing the word…I don’t really like anything having to do with the subject…but this- Yeah. Gotta share it.

This is written by Anna Lind Thomas, over at HahasforHooHas.com. And I actually discovered it thanks to a male cousin. Hope you enjoy it. Click on the link for Ms Thomas, because I’m not even writing the title.  🙂

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Got Kids?

We all get there…eventually. Or should I say that most of us do? You know. That time in life where we’ve accomplished everything on our goal list, and get to the ‘have kids’ line. Yeah, some of wind up with the little bundle of joys via the surprise! route, but either way you look at it, one day we go from being just a couple to a family. We’re parents. Yikes! Thinking about it is a whole lot different from the reality of it, isn’t it? Those sweet-faced babies in all the parenting books we read to help us prepare for the blessed event… That’s right. The authors weren’t joking when they said these little monsters sweethearts will change your lives. Saying you won’t get much sleep for the first few months doesn’t come close to preparing you for life in Zombieland.

Start out how you mean to continue…

In the beginning, if everything is okay with Johnny or Susie, set up regular date nights as soon as you feel comfortable. Most kids have at least one set of grandparents, along with a host of doting aunts and uncles, who are chomping at the bit to do a little spoiling. No, they aren’t you, but they’re likely just as capable as you are to misplace watch them for a couple of hours. (sorry, bad joke)

So get out of the house, even if it’s just to park around the corner – cell phones at the ready on the dash – and reconnect a a little. Remember, deciding to have a baby didn’t mean you had to make a choice. Parents or a couple. You can be both. Honest.

Softball, and football, and ballet, oh my!

Yup. Johnny and Susie are going to grow like weeds. You’re going to be conned asked to volunteer for every sport and event under the sun. You’re going to add ‘chauffeur’ to your resume. And you’ll log in enough hours to get the license – many times over. Your house will likely be overrun with creatures from an alien land. Creatures who blast horrible, frightening noise from your stereo speakers, loud enough to be heard on the moon.

In some ways, it can be easier to find time to invest in your relationship with your mate. In other ways, it’s going to be more difficult. Because your offspring will require more sophisticated activities to entertain them. And oftentimes those activities come with fairly steep dollar signs attached to them, which can mean more time on the job for you.

Set some boundaries early on. Yes, of course you love your kids, but make sure your Romeo or Juliet knows they mean at least that much to you, too. Figure out ways to spend quality time together. Don’t neglect simple touches, hand holding, snuggling on the sofa during your favorite television show, or quick kisses in passing.

Someday these little ankle biters are going to be all grown up, and setting off to conquer the world. If you don’t invest the time in your relationship, and take time to grow together as a couple, you may wind up as nothing more than two strangers – with nothing in common anymore- except the fact that you share the same living space.

Yes, you want to make sure you don’t lose your identity as a couple, but remember the words of this song. Enjoy the kids, too. Time passes far too quickly. but if you do it right, you can have the best of all worlds.

A couple more thoughts on this subject…

When you become parents, life as you know it is over. Wrap your mind around that now, get used to it, and work on that bond with your mate. Sometimes it will feel like it’s you against them. Couple power!

And finally…

You might want to choose your together time a little more judiciously than this…

***Photo credit: Amber West

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See you next week for a new tip.

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I’m currently offering a free copy of ‘The Romance Manifesto’ to anyone who is following my blog. If you’re not yet doing so, go ahead and enter your email address near the upper right-hand corner of this page, then shoot me a quick email at kristykjames@gmail.com. I’ll send you the link for a PDF or mobi (Kindle) file. If you’re already following the blog, and would like a copy, let me know, and I’ll get you the links. Thanks for stopping by!

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If you think that any of the suggested tips are a good fit for you, and you decide to give them a try, I’d love to know if you got the results you hoped for.  Although I can’t guarantee you’ll get any results, most people respond well to sweetness, consideration and attention.  Just remember, you will need to exercise some patience, and be consistent.  Anything worth having usually requires effort.

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What Can I Say About The Hunger Games?

***Will Contain Spoilers***

Yes, I’m a little late to jump on the whole Katniss/Peeta/Gale bandwagon…and just as soon as I finish this, I’m jumping right back off again.

Let me start off by saying that, after reading some reviews, I chose to not watch this movie. I guess I hadn’t paid enough attention to the media, which isn’t really anything new for me. I don’t know half the movies that come out every year. But I guess I didn’t realize exactly how this tale went. Once I did, forget it. It’s not a subject I choose to support.

And I was totally okay with that decision, until my daughter first nagged me to rent it…and then to watch it.

So…

Tonight I popped the disk into my computer, sat back, and let it roll. It didn’t take long, seeing the fear of the kids ‘eligible’ to participate in the games for me to know I wasn’t going to enjoy this at all.

Sure, the acting was great. The action and suspense never let up, and the script was really good, too. The producers pulled off what they set out to do.

To create a film designed to portray what it would be like in a world where it’s acceptable to make a sport of murdering children.

Some of the highlights, things I actually liked include Woody Harrelson’s character. I also loved Lenny Kravitz. And that’s about it. Everyone else, no matter how good or likeable they were, are associated with things so wrong, it’ll be a miracle if I don’t have nightmares when I fall asleep.

One general observation. What is it about futuristic series and movies…and their funky hair and clothing styles? Makes me really glad to be living in this day and age.

And now for the spoiler. The reason I hate this movie passionately. In a word…a little girl. Okay, so that was three words.

When a story has such a horrifying premise, you can’t help but hope that the people will rise up and put a stop to it. That’s what I was hoping for from the beginning. And when Rue was actually killed, after the writers made me love her, I’d had enough. The only reason I finished watching it was so I’d have more reasons to argue my point.

No offense to anyone who loved the story, but what kind of society are we that something like kids killing kids is ever acceptable. I don’t care if it’s in movies or books. How can that ever be right?

If this was going on in real country today, we’d be screaming foul…and demanding governments around the world put a stop to it. By any means available.

I’m sorry, but as a mother, I found the entire movie to be offensive.

And now I’m going to go be bummed out about Rue.

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What’s The Best Thing To Do In Bed?

Okay…besides that.

Yes, sleeping is the other ‘best’ thing to do in bed.

Someday…soon…I hope to get a little more skilled at that particular activity. I want to spend more time dreaming about weird stuff. Because I always dream about weird stuff. Maybe because I’m the queen of weird dreams…

My current bout of insomnia isn’t completely related to insomnia though. Nope. It’s being fed by something else this time. What, you might ask? Okay, so I know you wouldn’t ask, but I’m sharing anyway.

I needed to get a tooth pulled a couple of weeks ago. One of those ones way in the back of my mouth. Being the world class coward I am when it comes to any dental work, I put it off. And put it off…and put it off. Meaning that by the time I was parked in the chair to get it done, I’d been in quite a bit of pain for a few weeks.

But that’s okay, because pain is just the about the only thing that motivates me to make that appointment. Except I can tolerate a whole lot of pain before I get to that place. This time I waited just a bit too long, so I was actually looking forward to it. Trust me, this never happens when a dentist is involved.

One of these days, I will be glad I got it taken care of. Today isn’t that day.

Why? Because I waited so long to go in, that the nerves were more inflamed than they might otherwise have been. At least I think that’s what she said…in the midst of so many shots I lost count. I can actually count as high as seven when needles are in my mouth, so I don’t even want to think about how many I wound up with that day.

But when all of those didn’t completely numb me enough, she cut the tooth in half – so she could inject one directly into the nerve. Let me tell you, that was a once in a lifetime experience. Seriously. I mean I never want to repeat it.

When all was said and done, the area never did get completely numb, but by then I just wanted it over. And by that point it wasn’t really hurting anymore than it had been for the previous two or three weeks anyway.

So I go home, expecting enough pain that I’ll be continuing to invest in the company that manufactures Advil for another week. Only Friday rolls around. Again. Eleven days later…and I’m still popping the Advil like M&M’s, round the clock…because it’s still extremely painful. So I call and set up an appointment for this afternoon.

Turns out the side of my gum tore when the tooth came out. It should be better in a week or two.  Yeehaw!

Oh well. At least I know what’s causing it, and that there will be an end to it fairly soon. Until then, pardon my blog. My sleep-deprived brain just isn’t wanting to do a whole lot of thinking right now.

Not surprising, this is pretty much how I view dentists…

***Photo credit: JM Randolph

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Romance At Its Finest

Okay, so I’m still trying to get back into the habit of sleeping, so I’m going to make this post an easy one. In fact, I’m going to let Ryan Gosling show us what it means to be romantic. And it’s not only for the guys. Just because he’s the example, it doesn’t mean that you ladies can’t put forth the same kind of effort.

From major geek to…wowza!

I pretty much fell in love with Ryan Gosling while watching The Notebook. It had been recommended to me a number of times for several years, but all I could picture was Alan, the dorky Buck Owens fan in Remember the Titans. So not a romantic lead I was interested in seeing.

When I finally gave in, all I could think was holy smoke! Totally romantic lead material now. Why?

Watch these clips from the movie, and I’ll break it down for you…

So the video quality isn’t the greatest, you can still learn something from this.

Scene by scene, what made this man a romantic fool?

How romantic is it to dance in the middle of a deserted street? I would consider it to rate a 99 on a scale of 1-10. A walk itself can be special on its own, but Noah took it a step further when he pulled Allie into the road and danced with no music, or band, or even a radio. Just a spur of the moment gesture that will be remembered long after it’s over.

Getting silly together also rates right up there on the romance scale. Whether it’s pretending to be birds in the ocean surf, of giggling in the toy aisles at a department store as you play with everything that has a button, having fun together is romantic.

Staying power is romantic. Noah wrote Allie for a solid year. Three-hundred and sixty-five letters. Every single day he let her know what she meant to him. The guy just refused to give up easily. Who wouldn’t want that sort of commitment?

Acceptance. Regardless of her faults, he loves her unconditionally. Yes, she drives him crazy most of the time, and he knows their relationship will take a lot of hard work and effort, but to him, she’s worth it. Tell me that’s not romantic.

He’s not afraid to let her see the real him. They’re from completely different worlds, but he’s not ashamed of where he came from. That kind of pride and loyalty is admirable, and is a great indication that whatever he commits to, it’s wholeheartedly. Fortunately for Allie, the real Noah is well worth knowing. Serious, fun, dependable. He even encourages her to take risks when he knows it will be good for her. So yeah…definitely romantic.

I won’t spoil the end, for those who haven’t seen it. Suffice it to say that Noah never took the love of his life for granted. We can all learn a lot from him, male and female alike.

And now I think I’m going to kick back and rest my eyes. Maybe I’ll doze off and dream about Ryan. Or Robert (as in Downey Jr.). Thanks for stopping by.

***Photo Credit: JessieHarrell

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See you next week for a new tip.

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I’m currently offering a free copy of ‘The Romance Manifesto’ to anyone who is following my blog. If you’re not yet doing so, go ahead and enter your email address near the upper right-hand corner of this page, then shoot me a quick email at kristykjames@gmail.com. I’ll send you the link for a PDF or mobi (Kindle) file. If you’re already following the blog, and would like a copy, let me know, and I’ll get you the links. Thanks for stopping by!

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If you think that any of the suggested tips are a good fit for you, and you decide to give them a try, I’d love to know if you got the results you hoped for.  Although I can’t guarantee you’ll get any results, most people respond well to sweetness, consideration and attention.  Just remember, you will need to exercise some patience, and be consistent.  Anything worth having usually requires effort.

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Those Who Can’t, Watch

And I can’t, so I watch. Skating, that is. Oh I used to be able to manage the basics. As in very basic. When I was a kid. And wiping out because I’d tripped over the air on the rinks didn’t bother me that much.

But at some point you learn that ice is never going to get any softer, and you’re never going to learn to be graceful…so it’s just better to just admire those who are.

This is, without question, one of the coolest skating routines I’ve ever seen.

Another huge favorite of mine, Kurt Browning, is worth watching just to see him in the shiny pants and shirt. And he so deserved that perfect score!

Torvill and Dean are a couple of great entertainers, and this fun routine is…well…fun.

YES! This video is SO hard to find anymore. Sometimes I wish I was Katerina Witt…just so I could wear this outfit…and look that good in it.  I wouldn’t mind being able to skate like she does either.  🙂

Okay. so it won’t let me post the video. You’ll have to click here to see it.

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Plastic is NOT a Good Look for Me

It’s not very comfortable either.

***Just a quick heads-up here. If you’re not into being frugal, prefer alternatives to chemical-laden products, or have an allergy, this might bore you to tears. ***

Some of you may have read that I’ve been using Borax (20 Mule Team) to wash my hair. Yup. Since late June or early July. Why? Because every shampoo I’d used for a long time…including baby shampoo…made my head itch. So after some research, it seemed like this might be worth a shot.

I dissolved about a quarter of a cup of the powder in twenty ounces of water (that was way too much powder…half that amount works fine). It’s kind of a pain until you get used to it, because shampoo is thick…and this is like pouring a glass of water over your hair. You need to pour slowly, and scrub it in fast. It surprised me to find that it lathers up quite nicely.

It has also made my hair softer, and shinier, than it’s been in ages. Best of all, it took care of the issue with itching.

There have been a couple of problems though. Just because it’s softer, doesn’t mean it’s as soft as it is when I use a flat iron (which I hate). There’s also the fact that without the residue from commercial hair products, it’s hard to comb out wet hair out. It just all wants to clump together, and given that my hair is fairly long, it’s a major pain.

So it was back to Google last night.

Coconut oil might be the answer to my problem. After putting it off most of the day, I bit the bullet, massaged it into my scalp, and all the way down to the ends.

And I’ve been sitting here with all my coco-nutty hair shoved up inside a 4 gallon bag…for three and a half hours now.

Either I look worse than I think I do on average days, or my son just hasn’t noticed the BAG on my head every time he’s been out here this evening. And that’s been many times.

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Okay, so it’s half an hour later. I’ve washed my hair. Twice. One of those times was with dish soap (because I kind of panicked).

I’m going to think positively, and just assume my hair feels like this because the coconut oil did what it was supposed to do. If I’m wrong, and it wouldn’t surprise me at this point, I may need to wash it forty or fifty more times.

I’ll touch base again in a while. During this intermission from my oh-so-exciting night, please enjoy one of my favorite skaters of all time…Mr. Scott Hamilton. Not only is he the best skater ever, this is an especially entertaining routine.

So… I left the towel on for maybe fifteen minutes. Was it easier to brush it out? Maybe slightly, but it still wasn’t pleasant (researching how to make a natural detangler).

Now I guess I’m just going to wait until it dries to see what I wind up with. That will take a few hours…unless I go for a ride with the windows of the van down. We’ll see how paranoid I get – because right now I have visions of my hair looking like rinsed it in Crisco…

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So I tried a short drive into town, and around town, and back home again. But it was too chilly (yahoo!!!!) for much drying action. So here I sit, four hours later. Most of my hair is dry. In some ways I think it’s softer, but clearly the dish soap stripped something important away, because it’s also frizzier than it’s been in months.

A tiny bit of coconut oil…I’m I’m talking maybe a quarter of a teaspoon…rubbed on my hands and worked through my hair…has worked wonders though.

I’d like to say that I now know how I’m going to deal with my problematic hair. But I can’t. I do know, however, that I’ll continue to use the Borax, and the coconut oil (only I’m going to have to play around with this to figure out how  it will work the best).

I will not be using dish soap again. I don’t care if I have to wash half a dozen times with Borax after an evening with the glopped on oil and plastic bag.

Final thoughts? While much of this is trial and error, I’m rather enjoying finding ways to eliminate some of the chemicals and preservatives in my life.

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