Monday, April 29, 2013

A bobby pin shocked me

This blew my mind today:

Am I simple?  Am I the only one who thought it was the other way?  How can I be 32 years old and not know the right way to use a bobby pin?  I'm ashamed of myself.  Once I saw this picture, I went upstairs and pulled out my bobby pin stash and actually put one in my hair the correct way...and it was like night and day!  These things actually work!  All this time I thought it was a load of crap! 

Other than being astonished by bobby pins, I'm so busy at the minute.  To think I started this year off saying to Barry that I have nothing planned and now I'm up to my neck in stuff.  This week is especially a killer.  I'm competing in a Strictly Come Dancing-style competition on Friday (to my American friends...a Dancing with the Stars-style competition) then I have a Zumbathon beginning first thing Saturday morning.  This, in addition to my other classes and the practicing for the competition.   Plus, I've decided to make this the week to start a 3-day herbal life trial.  This sucks.  I miss food.  I'm on day one.  No food makes me wanna kill dead things!  Will I make it to day 3?  I don't know. 

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Oh, the moaning...

Why does Isla cry?  Top reasons for uncalled moaning and crying from our 1 year old daughter. 

Because we put Easter Bunny ears on her.
Because she can't touch the glass candle holders by the television.
Because she can't touch the screen of the television.
Because she can't shake the television.
Because she's pooping.
Because she can't get water out of her sippy cup because she's not tipping it far enough.
Because we put her in the...gasp...playpen.  Oh, the agony!
Because she can't play with Iggle Piggle while she's eating.
Because our cat Charlie walks away from her instead of letting her pull his fur.
Because she's teething (okay well this one is legitimate).
Because she won't let me let her kill herself by sticking a finger or a Starbucks straw into the electrical socket.
Because we put her in the pram.
Because we take her to the park and make her try to walk by herself.
Because she can't eat the food off of Mommy and Daddy's plate even though it's the EXACT same food that's on her plate.
Because she isn't allowed to electrocute herself by putting her hand in the toaster.
Because she isn't allowed to dip her finger into a really hot cup of tea.
Because her favorite show, In The Night Garden, goes off.
Because she's not allowed to chew on my phone.
Because she's not allowed to touch my computer.
Because she's not allowed to kill herself by falling down the stairs...a.k.a she's not allowed to play on the stairs.
Because she's not allowed to ingest poison by playing under the sink.
Because her pink toy car she rides in stops.  And by stops I mean because Mommy and Daddy stops pushing it for one nanosecond.
Because I lift her out of the bathtub after bathtime is over.
Because people are talking to her.  You're only allowed to talk to her and receive a smile AFTER you've been in her company for at LEAST 2 hours.  Hey, I don't make the rules.  These are rules according to Isla lol.
Because she can't kick her shoes off.
Because I make her get dressed.
Because I brush her hair.
Because Mommy and Daddy look wayyyyy to comfortable and relaxed on the sofa.  That just doesn't happen.

And, that is all for now.