Red lipstick

I'm Spidergirl for Halloween.

Yep. That's my costume.  I may have to be Flasher Spidergirl and wear a big, black coat over this to A- be warmer and B- be more family-friendly.

At any rate, I need a red lipstick and I'm about to go to RiteAid to get it.  

Red lipstick TOTALLY scares me because I never know if I want the blueish undertones or the orangeish undertones, etc etc etc.  There seem to be all these rules about red lipstick and you have to be so careful putting it on.  I always feel like I look like a clown in red lipstick, especially because I already have big lips. And red?  Does not tone them down.

So off I go to RiteAid.  Wish me luck.  And look for clownlips in my Halloween picture that will inevitably end up on Facebook.

New Menorah.

A peacock.  Perfect.

We had peacocks on our wedding invitation.  We had peacock feathers in the flower arrangement at our wedding.  We have peacocks on our Ketubah.  Instead of the quote said at Jewish weddings from "The Song of Songs", "I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine", we say "I am a peacock and so is my friend."

This works for us, no?

My bed.

My bed is so not the oasis of rest it once was years ago.  My pillows give me a neck ache, my mind won't let me fall asleep, my pile of things to read keeps growing and a certain three-year-old little boy climbs into it.  Every. Damn. Night.

We have a king size bed.  There's plenty of room for me and Jon and Leona, Señor and Ruby, too.  However, it seems that whenever said boy climbs into the bed, he is immediately perpendicular to my body, kicking me in the ribs and pushing me off the side.  This issue is exacerbated when Jon is gone because usually Jon is my blockade.  Now I have no blockade.

Nate's been doing this as long as he's had his big bed.  He got that in March.  I tried making charts, wooing him with stars to earn a new toy, but he just didn't give a flip.  I had him pretty well sleeping in his bed almost all night while Jon was out of town for two weeks.  I worked pretty hard walking him back to his bed over and over.  But when Daddy came back, it was all over and since Jon "kinda like[s] it", here we are again.  Jon, out of town; me, kicked in the ribs.  Jon gets home tomorrow.

The pillow situation is another thing entirely.  Is there such thing as a pillow expert?  I need one.  Jon and I used to joke about "the Pillow of Death" because it seemed one of us would have it every night and we never knew which pillow it was.  See, we have A LOT of pillows.  Totally my fault.  I cop to that.  I like to read in bed so I bought big king size firm ones to lean against, plus we have all the other regular old pillows that if you get just the right combination can be fine.  And don't forget Smooshy.  I must keep Smooshy.  I think the need for a million pillows came from pregnancy where I needed one between my legs and one behind my back and one to hold onto...you get the idea.  Jon would just tell me "goodbye" at night as I climbed into my pillow fort.   Well, it ain't working anymore and I need a new system!  I have no idea where to start.

Once I have some time, I think I'll do an evaluation of all the pillows.  Didn't Oprah have a show a while back about yucky, old pillows.  Maybe I'll look that up and do a little research.  In any case, another thing on my list of things to do!  Hopefully, it will save my neck a little, though.  And, hey!  I blogged today!  Good for me!!

Oh, the irony...

I can't stay on top of my blog.

I have too much to do.  With my Stella & Dot business, my Otis class, my kids' schools and things at home, I'm tapped out.  I oftentimes try to be mom of the year and make crafts and cupcakes and decorate for the kids.  Halloween time REALLY brings that out in me, so I've been busy with that.  Perhaps later I'll post on all of those crafty things I've done recently.  I'll also let you know that my husband has been gone an awful lot in the last month which does make things harder at home.  To top all of that, I just got to write an article for Woman's Day magazine rounding out a 360 view of caregiving.  My mom and grandma also wrote pieces.  Can anyone say busy?!

Regarding the blog,  I seem to feel like I need to post something really interesting to many when most of the time, not much of that comes to mind.  I'm really focused on what's interesting to me and the "have-to-do"s, of which I have so many.  Too many.  I feel like these posts need to be long and involved when honestly, I just don't have the time!  Staying on top of it?  So ironic.  Why did I name it that?  It's been more than a month since my last post.  So here's the deal:  I'll post more often but it may be short and most of the time no one will be interested.  Deal?  Don't you want to bookmark me?

Anyone want to hear about Art Nouveau in England or France?  How about the Vienna Secession or the Victorian Era?  The Arts & Crafts movement?  No?  I have another test next week so I must get back to studying.  I had better do well and keep up my status of best in class (is that just for dogs?).  I got 100% on my first test without any of the bonus questions; 135% (or whatever, I know 135% doesn't make sense) with bonus questions.  Highest grade in the class.  I think that's a first for me.  I studied my ASS off though.  Aaaaannnndddd, it paid off.  Whaddya know.  While I studied a lot at Poly, Boulder?  Not so much.  It's been a long time.

So here's this post for now -- to show you (who?  I don't know.  I guess the people who say, Hey!  That's cool you have a blog!) I'm still alive.  Yay.  I'll try to be back later without studying on my mind.  I can't promise interesting, though.  I'll do my best.