Happy Valentines, Pass the Permethrin

Pass the Permethrin

My hair smells like moldy chrysanthemums. But not because I’ve been rolling around in a bed of flowers. No, I just washed my hair with lice shampoo. How romantic is that? I don’t think I have lice but I had to be sure. I baby sat the Things and they had lice. So I stopped by the drug store on the way home and joined the masses buying cheap candy and cheesy Valentine’s cards except I had a bottle of Nix with my candy. I bought myself a Score bar.

I hate to leave you with this post for the next few days (or weeks depending on how long it takes to transfer this monstrosity of a blog over to Moveable Type) but that’s all I got tonight and unfortunately I don’t know when I’ll be able to post again. Apparently blogger is so afraid of losing me as a customer that they are holding my archives ransom. I was thinking it was about time to roll those old moldy blog posts to rest anyway.

In the meantime, a humongous THANK YOU!!!! to everyone who donated money to my Send SAJ to Paris fund via the valentines and anti-valentines. I really really appreciate it. I raised $128 from those Valentines. I owe it all to you. Thank you! I hope to put that money to good use buying postcards and sending them back to you! So how much does it cost to mail a postcard from France to the US anyway?

Construction Dust and Velour

Construction Dust and Velour

When you read this you will probably be reading the new and improved, though somewhat quirky, Moveable Type version of this website. Wooooo Hoooo! It’s been a long time coming. I’ve wanted to shirk off blogger since the first year I started with them but I’m such a hopeless nit wit when it comes to html and coding that I never got around to switching. Perl, CGI Scrips Wha!? So I hired Pretentious to do the transition for me. He’s been marvelous and all I have to do to pay him is buy his wife a pony! Anybody know where I can find a cheap but cute pony? I’m thinking this or this.

Other news: I bought myself a velour sweat-suit.


Yes, the fashion trend that I’ve been making fun of for the last year. I’m such a Hippocratic!!! I swore to myself that this was one lazy-woman’s fashion I wasn’t going to fall prey to. I was going to avoid it just like I avoided gladiator shoes and butterfly clips back in high school. I vowed not to join the masses wearing Juicy couture or any silly knock offs. I was so sick of seeing everyone and their cousin flouncing around in these glorified pajamas. Where I live that’s all anybody wears any more. What’s the style in that?

So what changed my mind? Hmmm…. well I guess I admit that they are flattering. I didn’t think they would be, but they somehow (as if by magic) make my butt look smaller. That was really the major deciding factor. Why I even humbled myself enough to try them on in the first place is another story.

I’ve been thinking about the twelve hour flight to Paris coming up in April. TWELVE HOURS!!!! I can barely sit still for an hour. Usually, I live in jeans but there is something about a long flight that makes even my cutest coziest jeans not as comfortable as they should be. So what I really want to wear is sweats or pajamas… yet I can’t be a complete slob because I am going to Paris after all and I’ll be flying with all those REAL French Girls. I know they will frown on my American tendency to follow a trend like a lemming but at least I’ll look like I have a small butt in my new super juicy (but not the real Juicy of course) sangria colored velour pants with fold over-waste band and a matching hooded velour jacket with pockets. Hmph.

Okay, I’m done justifying. It’s a done deal. They are comfortable and I don’t think I’ll ever take them off again.