White teeth

So, I'm realizing that I don't have the whitest teeth. I bought Crest white strips, but I put one on my top teeth and thought I might start to gag. Not a big fan of non food items in my mouth. I could try again, and just gag my way through it, but I thought some of you might have a few suggestions for me. I know I could just go to a dentist and have him do it. I'm looking for less expensive ways of getting that same result, or at least close to it. And really, I just don't have very good teeth. At least on top. Thank you orthodontist for putting a pallet expander up there which destroyed any enamel I might have had. Sometimes I wish they would have just pulled two teeth. Would have saved me a lot of torture during those crucial high school years.........

Mayo and Walmart

This past week, we went to the local KFC for dinner. It is a KFC/Taco Bell, and I was the only one that got anything from the KFC part. I also don't like mayonnaise. And I try really hard to remember to always ask if there is any on the sandwich, and then if there is for NO mayo. None.

I asked the girl at the register, and she didn't know. She asked one of the girls working there if there was any mayonnaise on the sandwich I ordered. I had already said that I didn't want any on the sandwich. She was told that there was pepper mayo on it. So, she looked at me and said no there wasn't any mayonnaise, there was pepper mayo on it. Hmm. She was serious. I said, again, no mayonnaise please. Sigh.

I was also hit on last weekend at Walmart. Which in and of itself is kind of funny. But his pick up line was "are you a dancer?" Are you kidding? Uh, no. And no, I'm not 24. And dude you are at least 45 and why the heck are you trying to pick up on someone in Walmart??? Needless to say, since he was behind me in line, I almost ran to my car.

And does any one else perpetually stare at their feet after they get a pedicure?

Healing

This post is for this weeks Sunday Scribblings.

Sometimes you think you've healed, when all you've really done is put it in a box and hidden it away. You don't touch it, you feel healed. But. Then something unexpected makes that box burst open and you feel as raw as when you first had that horrible experience. And you're confused, because you thought you were done with that whole thing.

So, you try and heal again. But the only way to do it is to confront it, to keep it out of that box. And you need to pray. Pray for the help you need to heal. And after you've worked at it for a while, you just might heal. Would that our emotions healed as well as our bodies.

I don't think I have ever been this lazy

We've been in this house for a week now.

We have no access to any TV other than on the internet.

We barely have internet as we are using any unsecured network we can get our dirty little wireless connections on.

I find little motivation to do anything in this house, although I have done the dishes a few times. You know, put the paper ones in the trash and wash the plastic forks and spoons in the spirit of reusing things.

I already have my mothers day gift. Which was.....wait for it......something so very thoughtful........it is a.........small vacuum that will allow me to vacuum our carpeted stairs. Awesome. And really, it is. Because the vacuum that will arrive soon (hopefully) is way too huge to use on stairs. I've fallen down stairs with a vacuum. It was not pretty.

I think I'm reveling in the laziness. Because as soon as our household goods arrive, all laziness must be gone gone. There will be boxes to unpack, rooms to organize, and things to hang. I don't think I've ever had so much time to think about where to put things. I guess more than about five minutes would be a lot since that is usually how much time I have once we've gotten the place and the time we get our stuff.

I've had a few people, mostly not on this blog, ask for pictures. Those will come when furniture is in and things are put away. Because a big empty room with a TV on the ground, and bedrooms with only a mattress on the ground really aren't interesting.

Just give me a minute to whine please

We are in our house. Granted, we have no furniture to put in it yet because our stuff was still in NC. We're surviving.

The shower in our bathroom is a shower stall. With clear glass on two sides. The clear glass bothers me a little (there is a mirror directly across from the shower. which I forget about and sometimes am a little surprised to see me looking back at me) but what bothers me the most is that it is a stall. I HATE shower stalls. Shaving legs becomes not just a necessity, but a skill. How best to position the water? Is there even a small ledge on which to prop my foot so that I'm not standing on my head trying to shave? How to position myself so that all the expensive but awesome and amazing shave creme doesn't completely run off my leg before I get to it???? So aggravating. We've had shower stalls before, in our second apartment in Germany, and our house in NC. Never liked them, and will never like them. Unless someone out there gets a few brains and makes them a little more shaving friendly.

Alright. Feeling a little better.

Confession

(This is for Sunday Scribblings)

What do I have to confess this week?

~I really am not excited to live where we are currently living. I think I like my house, especially my kitchen. But this area? No. I'm worried about my state of mind during the winter. And if I will make it through without antidepressants. (seriously, I'm not joking at all)

~I hate video games. Really really hate them. The Wii isn't near as bad because you're not just sitting on your butt the whole time. And the Wii Fit is a little fun. But I really really hate the games where you're just fighting people and killing and shooting and people are yelling obscenities in different languages. Which be it 007, Call of Duty, Halo.....they're all the same dumb game. And don't give me that crap about hand eye coordination. You can get that by so many other ways.

~I love wearing tall shoes. I love love it. I'm almost 6' 4" when I do it, but i don't care. I love how I feel in them. And it's kind of exciting that I am a little intimidating when I wear them. Of course that's gone once they see me in jeans and flats.

~I am thinking about buying a label maker. Just to see if it can help me (and the rest of my family) to be more organized in this house.

Those are kind of lame confessions, but I just don't have much to confess.

Go me

So, today, Lucy was looking out our new sliding back door, and saw a little boy and of course she said hi. He happened to be our neighbor and invited the kids over to play. I told him to ask his mom, and she said yes. I walked the kids over, and introduced myself to the mom. Yay! A friend in the neighborhood. The little boy is 9, and has autism, but very high functioning. So even if he's 9, is happy to play with kids much younger than he is. She seems nice, and we'll see how things go with the people in this new neighborhood.

Nothing else much to report. I hung my clothes up. And some of the kids clothes. Yeah, pretty boring. Maybe tomorrow I'll be more exciting.