Spa Day!

Told Flav he was going to the "spa" tomorrow to get his nails did and a bikini wax. I know what you're wondering.....he decided on the brazilian


I don't know if he's buying it.

Update: Baby is home but I'm never going to be able to use the spa trick again....

Sister Sister

Our little conversations always make my heart smile....

The Gray Lining: That naked women who threw her teeth into a canal kinda looks like mom.

A: That literally made me laugh out loud.

The Gray Lining: Good. But no really... she did.
A: Steve-o said that woman is Mexican but if you put red lipstick on her and color in her eyebrows it could me Momma

The Gray Lining: What do I eat on a regular basis? I'm making a shopping list.

A: beans

The Gray Lining: I brought those with me.

The Gray Lining: Today I practiced driving to work and I went to the gym I am going to join.

A: You need to practice driving to work? I mean you're not the best driver but still, I don't think there is a lot of fixing all the muscle memory now.

The Gray Lining: You are so funny. Juggles showed me the route that has the Starbucks drive through.

With age comes wisdom....and early bird specials

Took a little camping trip to the Peace River this past weekend and became a little bit smarter....

Turns out 4x thinks biodegradable has the same definition as disappearing or evaporating. Friday night she took a pee pee in the woods, used potty wipes which were described as "biodegradable" on the packaging and in the morning investigated the piece of woods designated the girls room to see if the wipes were gone yet. Seriously? FYI, she's a doctor.

My body was 100% built for pleasure, not speed. In an 8 mile canoe trip I think I paddled (or what Whooo called "power boating", due to my very short spurts of quick paddle strokes) for a total of a mile, in maybe 10 foot increments.

4x is insane.

Things that make you go hmmmm

Last night I watched American Idol for the first time this season because my roommate apparently can't live without watching it. Overall I was disinterested, though the kid who apparently has tourettes was pretty good, that was until Brett Loewenstern lit up the stage. No, it wasn't his singing, because quite frankly anytime I hear that song (come on baby light my fire...) my mind jumps to a fire safety song which goes 'come on kids don't play with fire...', it was his hair. Well, not the hair itself, the combination of the back lights hitting his mane as he flipped it about in the whimsical, almost sexy (if he was a she) way that he do. I couldn't help but think of the scene in Pretty Woman when Julia Roberts wakes up in the am revealing her curly auburn hair after taking off the blond bob wig. I was just waiting for little Brett to ask Ryan if he had a run in his pantyhose.