Totally, fer sure

We are really trying to deliver ourselves like a gazelle from the hunter's hand and get completely out of debt - cars and house. And it is like, SO super fun, dude. Yeah, because like just now there was this purse I saw online? And I was like, :OMFG I HAVE to have that purse right now!" And then I was like, "You know what's even awesomer than that perfect purse? Not.Having.Debt." And it was like, soooo FUN to just click on that little "X" in the top right corner instead of clicking that little "add to cart" button like I usually do.

I mean like, SO fun.

So fun in fact, that now I want to go do another thing that is on the exact same level of fun, and that is shave my tongue with my Venus razor. Anyone want to join me?

My curls could take them or leave them.

Here is the product I talked about the other day. Buying it seemed like such a great idea at the time. I have naturally curly hair, which often gets quite a bit of frizz, especially when it's over dried. Enter Curls Like Us, the product that claims to be made of a "special patent pending fabric" that wicks away just the right amount of moisture pre-blowdry, resulting in silky, bouncy, shiny curls and no frizz whatsoever.
Sounds fabulous right? I was sold. And then my Curls Like Us Curl Cloth arrived. I opened the box to find a foot of jersey cotton sewn up into a loop and surged on the end with colorful thread. Hm. Coulda made this for 2 bucks. Well, let's not get too upset until we try it, mkay? So I did. I followed the directions exactly. And I didn't notice one single difference between blotting my curls with a regular towel before blow drying and blotting it with jersey cotton. In fact, I tried it several times, and it takes me approximately 3 times longer with the Curl Cloth as opposed to a regular towel to get my hair to look exactly the same as usual. Oh well, who could even use an extra thirty bucks including shipping, anyway? Not I. Except yeah, I KIND OF COULD.

To be fair (and because I realize I may not represent 100% of the curled community), I searched far and wide for some positive reviews to link here. Here are the two I could find, although I can't tell if they were "sponsored" reviews or not:

Positive review
Positive review

I know this post applies to about 4% of my readers, and I promise to never do a product review again. Ever. Unless I become compelled to do so. But I probably won't.

And, I hope you haven't noticed, but I confess I'm feeling a little disenchanted with the internetz lately. I dunno, I'm just not feelin the love much. Perhaps it's just chronic writer's block or maybe reversed seasonal depression. Like now that the sun's out I've got the blahs? Maybe I'm committing bloggy suicide by admitting all this. Kinda like when Tom Cruise jumped on Oprah's couch, except not really like that at all.

Mother's Day and money.

Carter wanted to make me a homemade Mother's Day gift all by himself. Can you believe that? At only 13 months of age! He gave me a hug and then put his gift all over my shoulder, and down the front and back of my shirt. And then he gave that gift to me several times throughout the day resulting in 3 showers for me and 4 baths for him. Despite it all, it was a great Mother's Day.

This weekend we have tickets to a financial seminar by Dave Ramsey. We took his Financial Peace course several years ago and have had nothing but peaceful feelings when it comes to money ever since. No, but really, we like his advice and use a quite a few of his budgeting methods. I've always thought it a little peculiar, though, that some people make an extremely comfortable living teaching others how to make a comfortable living... or at least hold onto the living they're currently making. Don't get me wrong, I'm not sour on it one bit. It's a valuable service and learning to manage your own money is an important thing. But I couldn't help the sarcasm after reading a reminder email that just arrived about the seminar this weekend (which starts at 1:00pm). They say doors will open at 11:00am. Why so early? Probably so we can spend all our emergency fund on Dave Ramsey T-shirts and CDs and stuff - which, doesn't that kind of defeat the entire point anyway? Along with the option for VIP tickets you can get for $150 extra, which include "Lunch with Dave" and free refreshments during the seminar. Wouldn't DAVE, by his very nature, recommend we go with the cheapest tickets available? I'm secretly hoping he'll scold those in the VIP rows for spending way too much on his tickets when they could have gone the discount route and put the rest in a high-interest savings account. But then, he WANTED them to buy the expensive tickets, no? What a quandary.

And speaking of quandaries, based on all your comments on this post, I've decided to talk about the product I purchased that would have been a little overpriced even if it worked magically. But then it didn't work at all. And not because of manufacturer's defect, either. Just because it's plain dumb. But just to be fair, I'm going to spend some time looking for positive reviews on the product as well. If I find good reviews, maybe that means I just have really bad taste and am apparently not with it. At ALL. And if only bad reviews exist, well, then, more fuel to the fire, baby.

Lovies!

Scattered

I've been swamped the last week! With what, I can't really quantify, but life just feels really busy right now and the laundry, my unplucked eyebrows and this blog are starting to show for it. I'm still feeling really scattered but I do have some very important things to say:

1. It seems nowadays that more women have hormonal problems than not. And by "hormonal problems" I don't mean being neurotically touchy & pugnacious (well, not necessarily, although I know these two are often related), but really having some sort of imbalance that causes health grief. I came to this realization today after hearing these words come out of my mouth during a conversation with a friend:

"What?! You have a period every single month? And it only lasts 5 days? pfff! (freak.)"

2. I hereby confess to reading and enjoying the Twilight series, in spite of the fact that Bella is a BLINKING IDIOT and Edward is a CONTROL FREAKED STALKER and that the series sends a clear message to all 17 year old girls who are in love (and clearly, if your knees buckle when you make out with your boyfriend, you are, in FACT, in love): Don't think twice about leaving your entire life behind and changing every single little thing about yourself in order to be with "the bad boy". It makes perfect sense, of course, because of your deep, undying love for him. (Even though he's permanently incapable of doing the same for you.)

Yes, in spite of all that, I enjoy myself some Stephenie Meyer. And today her first stab at sci-fi came out. My mother will be so proud that I'm giving the genre a try.

3. Scruples question for all of you: Say you recently bought a so-claimed "patent pending" product for $30 from a brand new, woman-owned company. The product seems so innovative and fun, providing a solution to a problem you've had (and you know many others have, too) your entire life. And then the product arrives and immediately upon opening it, you think, "Oh. That's it? I could have made this for 2 dollars using very common materials." But before getting too upset about it, you decide to try the product out, thinking there must be some hidden secret locked inside its fibers. And it does nothing. Absolutely nothing. Do you blog about it to warn others? I mean, where is your loyalty: with your friends and blog readers, or with this fellow woman entrepreneur who is trying to launch a new business?

"Kicking Off Year Seven" ... a camera phone tale

At grandma's house: bye, baby. [sniff]


Dinner: (Everytime I pass this place on the freeway, I have to do a double take on their sign because I almost always see "La Vagina" when I look at it.)

Me: lemon cookie + whole milk. Steve: one of these darlings + 2%.

Can't believe we got out of there this time without a new gadget, for I am the "gadget slut" of the universe.

Really surprised at how good this was, and how SMOKIN that RD Jr. is.

Day 2: Woke up, took this picture, rolled over and closed my eyes again. Until TEN THIRTY! Livin' on the edge!



Lunch.


Steve's brother on the phone to say Happy Anniversary ask how to train on leather working in World of Warcraft.

Sunglasses: "Any pair you want" Only a few can know what this means for me. Sunglasses to me are like shoes and purses for most shopaholic women. (Unfortunately, so are shoes and purses.)

Hilarious. And horrible. But hilarious.


Reunion in super hot sunglasses.

A perfect weekend to kick off our seventh year of happy, squishy, cheesy, sunshiny love together.

Still feeling a little guilty about this one, though. Back on the diet starting tomorrow!