…that I am getting my hair done today.  I will no longer cringe at the little flash of gray I see on top of my head because my talented stylist is going to cover that sh*t up.   My hair will be sleek, parted on the wrong side and I basically won’t recognize myself until I come home and poof myself back up, but the color and cut will be amazing and I will be oh so happy to look more like myself again and less like the aged hag who’s been staring back at me in the mirror.  Yippee!

See?  It takes so little to make me happy.

My dh has more closet space, shelving and drawers than any member in our house.  I only have one row of hanging shelving on my side of the closet–he has two.  I have the chest of drawers for my things–he has the entire dresser. 

Day before yesterday his upper hanging rack collapsed, sending everything that he’d had on that upper shelve hurtling to the floor, not to mention all the clothes which had been attached to it.  To make matters worse, the door opens into his side, so guess what?  I can’t get to my clothes.  Has he fixed this yet?

Would I be whining about it if he had?

“You know what the problem is?” he asks.

“Yes, I do.  You have too much stuff.”

“No.  You hang everything up.  You should put some things in the drawers.”

Take a deep breath to prevent myself from blowing up.  “The drawers are full.  Maybe you should try cleaning out your closet.  There’s lots of stuff in there that doesn’t fit anymore.”

“I’ll clean the closet out when I fix it, but you’re going to have to start hanging less stuff up.”

Excellent.  Instead of washing it, I’ll throw it away.  Talk about the best way to expedite laundry.

This speaks to me. 

I’m done.

Actually, I’m fried.  While always one to insist the kids put on sunblock, girl genius here decided yesterday that she didn’t need any.  And guess what?  I’m blistered.  I’m beet red and, thanks to the white vinegar I’ve been applying to pull the sting out, I smell like a pickle. 

Not good.

But the dh’s aunt’s pool is beautiful and I had a great time with the kids, pitting them against eachother in all sorts of competitions.  Best cannonball, best toothpick, best wet hair do, best dive.  Big fun.  All in all I had a wonderful Mother’s Day.  Daughter got me a lovely pair of opal earrings, and the dh got me a pretty new mail box–which he’s already installed–and a new swing for the deck.  (It lays down and makes a bed.)  Last night we went out to my mother’s and grilled out and had homemade banana ice cream.  (No, this wasn’t on the diet, but I ate it anyway.  Too good to pass up.)

What about you?  How did you spend your weekend?

Here’s hoping everyone has a wonderful Mother’s Day this weekend.  We’ll be splitting time between my mother’s and my mother-in-law’s on Sunday, with hopefully a little time left over for me, because after all, I am a mother, too.   Yesterday while I was out shopping for the Mother’s, I went ahead and got my own Mother’s Day present as well.  Another Vera Bradley purse–the Hipster in Peacock.

I love it.

So what have you asked of the family for Mother’s Day?

Five pounds as of this morning and I haven’t eaten a bite of the soup.  I’m eating the veggies and fruit and drinking lots of water.  (I also started working out at the gym yesterday and Acutally Sweated, so naturally I had to let Jen–fitness guru–know. )

Anyway, since so many of you have been asking about it, here’s the link.  I’m hoping that no one goes on it and then decides to hate me.  At the end of day one, I was ready to strangle my husband because it had been his idea to do this, but now I’m quite pleased.

In other news,  over the past two days I’ve been trying to refill the well, so to speak.  I’ve watched four movies–BECAUSE I SAID SO, CATCH AND RELEASE, MUSIC AND LYRICS and THE QUEEN.  I liked THE QUEEN the best, absolutely adore Helen Mirren.  I’m also reading Loretta Chase’s new book, NOT QUITE A LADY.   Wonderful, as usual, so far.  

What about you?  What have you read/watched that you really enjoyed and would suggest? 

Considering I told you I was starting a diet yesterday, then you can imagine what I’m going to whine about.

I don’t like the soup. 

I do like the fruit, but today isn’t a fruit day–it’s an all-the-veggies-and-soup-I-want-day.

On the plus side, I weigh 2.5 pounds less than I did yesterday morning.  I’m sure this is all water, but I really don’t care.

I.Am.Lighter.  Woot!

Instead of turning over a new leaf, I’m going to try and turn over the whole stinkin’ tree. 

Yesterday my husband and I went out and toured local gyms.  After a little discussion–over what would be my last good lunch for the next few days–we decided on one that offers 24 hour service with a key pass so that we can go whenever we want to.  It’s not far from my house and is particularly deserted during the hours my kids are in school, which is perfectly wonderful in my world as I would prefer no one watch me wheez and sweat as I mush along on a treadmill.  I have even bought Actual Workout Clothes for this occasion.

After we researched our gym choices, we went to the grocery store and bought the special food–translate soup fixins–for the diet we will start today.  My dh is disgustingly excited about this because he’s never been on a diet.  Yes, you read that right. 

He’s.Never.Been.On.A.Diet.  (I perfected the eyeroll in the grocery store, btw)

And this one is a doozy, but several people at our church have tried it and swear by it’s success.  It’s basically soup and fruit.  The fruit I can handle.  The soup?  Eh.  Not so much, but I will.  The killer for me is that I can’t have any Diet Mt. Dew.  Tea, water, unsweetened juices only.  No diet drinks.  But it’s only for 7 days and I’ve been telling myself I can do anything for 7 days.  And maybe if I keep telling myself that I will believe it. 

At any rate, at the end of 7 days we’re supposed to have lost 10-17 pounds.

We shall see….

This past weekend has been an absolute blast.  The Reader’s Luncheon rocked.  Karen Robards was our guest speaker and she did a *great* job.  I had a ball chatting with the people at my table and was overjoyed that some of them actually show up to sit with me, and they weren’t just spill overs from Linda Howard’s table.   Jen came over to my house after the luncheon and I took her all over my little neck of the woods. (Thankfully she actually wanted to see where I get my hair done and go meet my sister.   )

Like I said, it was wonderful.  Hope everyone else had a great weekend!

The ping-pong table is no longer on the carport.

I.

Have.

Won.