Grateful for...F

F = Flat Iron

My partner in crime.

I'm sure I torture my hair every time I slide it through those screaming hot plates.  But the outcome is so much more appealing than if I didn't iron it.

I have naturally straight hair but it has a touch of frizz to it.  My trusty Remington gives me that "nice and smooth" (as my co-worker told me yesterday) look that I couldn't get any other way.

So, bless you flat iron, for making me look cute before I step outside each day.

Back in May - A particularly good hair day.

Grateful for...E

E = Example

"And he has his son in the car!  Great example, dude!"

That's what I said after this happened...


I had just pulled out of my parking spot at the Dollar Tree and was stopped, waiting to make a left turn to exit the parking lot.  I looked both ways and the coast was clear so I started to go.  Then, out of nowhere, comes this black Trans-Am, that was going WAY too fast.  Apparently, he needed to leave the shopping center before I did.

The car resembled this ugly thing.

While waiting at the stop sign, a man on his bike came along on our left side.  The man in the Trans-Am had pulled up too far and was blocking the sidewalk.  The man on his bike stopped RIGHT next to the car, almost touching it, and waited until the car went.

Except the car didn't go.

The jerk driver proceeded to get out of his car and make sure the tire of the bike wasn't touching his car.  I couldn't hear anything but by their actions, the man on the bike was annoyed and so was the jerk driver.  In my car, I said (outloud), "Are you kidding me?!"  Meanwhile, a line of cars is piling up behind me, while the jerk driver gives the bike rider a hard time.  Then what does the jerk driver do?  Pulls out his cell phone.  Oooohhh...intimidating!

The jerk driver got back in his car while the bike rider tried to go around the front of the car.  Oh no...the jerk driver pulled up and almost hit the bike rider, not allowing him to pass.  Then the bike rider goes around the back of the car.  We both looked at each other, shaking our heads in regards to the lameness of the jerk driver.

The Trans-Am and I both made a left hand turn and were next to each other at the stop light.  As he pulled away, I looked over and gave him a glare.  That's when I noticed his teenage son was in the car.

Hence why I made the comment above.

I'm grateful my parents were a good example to me. Well...my dad never got out of the car to yell at anyone but my mom did. 

It was a truck driver that was riding her tail on the freeway.  She followed him to his stop and proceeded to yell at him, that she had a child in the car and he was putting us in danger.

Just protecting her young, like any mother would do.

So for that reason, I'm grateful for her example.

Grateful for...D

D = Dental floss

I had an apple and popcorn for lunch the other day, which means I had a ton of food stuck in my teeth.

Before I went back to my desk, I whipped out my trusty dental floss (pictured above) and got every last particle out of my mouth. 

BEST.FEELING.IN.THE.WORLD!

Seriously!  When you have something stuck in your teeth and you get it out...ahhhhhh!  Amazing.

My hygienist/co-worker introduced me to this dental floss and I will never use anything else ever again.

It doesn't shred, it's as strong as can be (in fact, it popped my lower wire off), and you can re-use it if you have to (although I don't)!

Google it...you'll find yourself a coupon.  And then you'll be converted too.

Grateful for...C

C = Claire

This sweetie pie wakes up at 6:30, every Friday, to keep an eye on The Lime until my sister gets home from exercising.  She even gets up on days when she doesn't have school, which in my book, has gotta score some extra brownie points.

The Lime freaks out when I leave and she tries her hardest to keep him occupied and distracted so I can slip out the door.  She's going to be a great mom someday.

Claire is caring, funny, smart, forgiving, helpful, talented, gentle, feisty.  The list could go on and on.

She's our YaYa and we love her.

Grateful for...B

B = Brake lights

Not my picture.  Thanks, Google.

I was sitting in morning traffic today and got over from the #4 lane to the #1 lane, to avoid the upcoming interchange fiasco.

The car in front of me was some older work truck that made frequent stops.  The only problem...their brake lights didn't work.

There's nothing worse than driving behind a car that doesn't indicate to you that they're stopping until you're on their tail, looking in their rear view mirror.

It's a good thing the cars around us had working brake lights or we would have been in some deep doodoo. 

Grateful for...A

A = Alone time

The Lime had another rough night last night (previous rough night was 2 weeks ago).  He went to bed about an hour later than scheduled and had a late night the night before.  2 late nights must equal 1 bad night.

We put him to bed around 9 and he howled for about 15 minutes before LaVor went in to get him.  I was finishing up the dishes and heard, "He wants you!"

I went into The Lime's room and he was doing that "I'm gasping for air because I was crying so hard" thing.  He was clearly tired but didn't want to go to bed.

We sat in the rocking chair, like we did 21 months ago, and we rocked for a half hour.

He was dazed enough that I could put him into his bed but he popped up, looking for me.  I laid on the floor next to him, and we held hands through his crib until he fell asleep.

I remember being little (as in like 8 years old) and my mom rocking me in our rocking chair.  She'd always comment on how my whole body once fit within the two armrests.  I had the same thought about The Lime last night.  His lanky legs dangled across the arm of the chair while his head rested on the other arm.

How I miss the alone time we used to have, where we could snuggle and rock, into the wee hours.

I'm Electric

I like Fall and Winter but my body doesn't.

It happens overnight; the static in the hair and cracked, dry skin.

During these seasons, I wish I had longer hair so I could pull it back easily and keep it from flying all over the place.  Clips can only do so much for this bob and hats aren't appropriate for work.

It also seems that I've passed this trait onto The Lime.  It's as if he has a balloon hanging over his head, 24/7.

Lucky him.