We’re leaving on a trip soon, and I’ve put the children in charge of packing their own carry-on backpacks with toys, books and craft projects that will keep them occupied on the plane or in the airport.
Before I sent them off to start packing, I gave a little speech about not packing anything liquid, like lotion (my middle would be sure to pack hand cream), or sharp (my oldest is bound to grab her nail clippers at the last minute and toss them into her bag).
It’s a good thing I’ve decided to also go through their bags to make sure they don’t bring, say, every stuffed animal, but nothing to read. Because, while glancing at my son D’s bag, I noticed he had packed rocks.
Pretty heavy rocks that would cover the palm of his little hand.
I was just about to call him over and tell him that rocks really aren’t a great thing to have to carry through an airport when I realized what the rocks were in: His homemade catapult.
Let’s all spend a moment to consider how airport security would have treated finding a homemade catapult filled with rocks in it (for easy firing!) when they came upon it.
I think we all know whose bag I will be packing on my own now.
Homeland security
May 17, 2011
FollowGray Days
May 15, 2011
I’ve been coloring my hair for at least 20 years, probably more.
There are no tattoos or piercings on this body, but I’ve regularly changed the color of my hair, sometimes long enough to think of myself as a “blond” or a “redhead”, but nothing sticks forever. I have proof here in this series of posts (finale here!) that show my crazy hair transformations.
But lately, I’ve been itching to see what my hair color really is, and with my hair now all of two inches in length, it hasn’t taken me too long to get my natural hair color to take over, like weeds in an abandoned lawn.
Trouble is, these weeds aren’t quite the same anymore.
At today’s hair cut, my hairdresser said, as kindly as possible, “I think you wear blond well.”
I made note of this, with a slight twinge since I am most definitely NOT blond right now.
And then this: “Plus, the blond would cover all the gray you have.”
Wha, wha, what?!?!?
Oh, yes, while I’ve been happily keeping my hair chemical-free, they’ve been going gray in large patches throughout my very-short hair.
So, how soon do you think I’ll be blond again? Or should I just embrace (cough) my advancing age (cough) and be happy (and chemical free)?
Mother’s Day: With or without the kids?
May 8, 2011
What camp are you in?
Are you among the moms who want to spend Mother’s Day surrounded by their kids, basking in their undivided attention?
Or are you one of those who take their Mother’s Day “get out of dodge” pass for some (or all) of the day? After breakfast in bed, of course.
Guess which group I’m in? (apparently, so is my sister who is coming to pick me up in a few minutes for a little shopping time sans enfants.)
No matter how you spend your day, Happy Mother’s Day to you all!
