Keep on glowin'

4th of July.

It was a late night for us.

We gathered with our neighbors and had a crowd of about 50 people for our own little fireworks display.

My 6-year-old reminded me of my own childhood memories when he asked me this question before crawling into bed.

"Mom, will my glow necklaces still be working in the morning?" I used to ask my Mom the same thing.

Not sure what to say, I told him the same thing my parents told me.

Put them in the freezer.

Not sure if it will work, but, at least it bought me some time.

Some things never change.

Oh boy!

Nicole Kidman.

She says she cried when she first saw her baby during an ultrasound. Kidman claims, "I didn't think I'd get to experience that in my lifetime." She and Keith Urban will welcome their first child together sometime in the next few weeks.

That reminded me of my own ultrasound years ago.

It was our second child, and I had told Greg I didn't want to know the gender. So, we asked the doctor to please not reveal whether we would be having a boy or a girl.

Wasted words.

Within the first ten seconds of seeing our baby on the monitor, Greg yells..."I KNOW WHAT IT IS!"

Thanks, honey, now I do, too. So much for the element of surprise.

Are we THAT lazy?

Battery-operated mascara. Yep, someone invented it.

I have to laugh. The new eye makeup actually vibrates 125 micropulses per second. And it's not cheap. 30 bucks a tube.

No thanks.

Really, how long does it take to swipe on a little mascara? I've never thought to myself, "If only I could do this faster."

In my opinion, its another invention we could have done without. Same goes for the combined peanut butter and jelly.

I'm not in that big of a hurry.

Namecalling

Miranda Lambert.

The last time she called in to the morning show she told us she calls her boyfriend, fellow country artist Blake Shelton, the "mullet."

That's her nickname for Blake. She's referring to the not-so-trendy hairstyle he used to sport.

We all have nicknames for our significant other. I sometimes realize I shouldn't call my husband Greg by his nickname in front of our friends. Somehow, "Greggie" doesn't sound real manly.

Does it, Greggie?

Drip-dry?

Technology.

Sometimes it's not so convenient. Take those automatic paper towel dispensers in public restrooms, for example.

They wouldn't bother me if they rolled out in a timely fashion. Or if they rolled out at all.

Seems like I spend three minutes longer than normal waving my hand in front of the sensor, while telling the device to hurry up.

It must be an odd sight to other women entering the restroom. Probably looks like I'm miming the paper towels.

Just put the old ones back, and I'd be happy to grab them myself.

Really, how much effort does it take?

Troph-fee

Griffin's baseball season ended last week.

My 6-year-old received a trophy at his last game, and you would have thought he'd been given gold. He was oh so proud.

Imagine my surprise when I overheard him telling his neighbor friend that she was his "first customer" to view his trophy. Oooooooooooookay.

He had turned the trophy into a little shrine in his room, and was bringing friends up one by one to see what he had earned on the baseball field.

The charge? One penny. Quite the entrepreneur.

I got to thinking...

...maybe I could do the same with my CMA win? Hey, gas isn't cheap these days.

OOPS

Duh.

Someone reading this blog nicely pointed out that I'm not the genius I thought I was.

Turns out, the Starbucks card I took from the Sunday paper can be used EVERY day for two weeks! I only need ONE card. In other words, I bought 7 papers for nothin.

But, hey, I'm up-to-date on what's happenin in the news.

Thanks, Christie.

Free joe

As a follow-up to my earlier Starbucks story, I thought I would share how I'll be getting coffee for free.

A friend tipped me off that Starbucks was running a promotion. In today's Sunday newspaper, an insert could be found with a card that can be exchanged for a free coffee. Shazam!

Since I spend up to $1200.00 a year on coffee, I was all about getting a free one.

Or two.

Or three.

We don't get the Sunday paper, so I stopped by the convenience store on the way home...

...and walked out with a stack of them.

I figure the cost of the paper is three times cheaper than the cost of the coffee.

I'm good for the week.