3am Infomercials

I stayed up until 3:30am this morning watching an informercial.  After having a coffee last night after dinner, I was kind of wide awake, so I was watching tv and was planning on going to bed after watching two "The Nanny" episodes, but then I saw the beginning of "The Perfecter", which no, it wasn't a show, but an informercial about a hair product that supposedly eliminates your blow dryer, your curling iron, and your flat iron because it is all three-in-one.  AND it supposedly gives you volume to your hair.

So I watched.  Because I am always looking to make my hair look thicker as it is on the thin side with no volume whatsoever. It just likes to lay flat on my head which I really hate.  And after watching what it did for other women, I kinda liked it. 

The Perfecter looks like this:

 It heats up at the core but the bristles stay cool so you don't burn yourself. Nice to know.  And then it gives you these looks:

I liked the outcome of  using it, and I like the premise of it, but decided to look up reviews about it before doing anything.  I would say most of the reviews were pretty good, with most warning not to use it as a curling iron like you would use a regular curling iron. And that it takes a little getting used to but most really did like it.  Then there were the bad reviews, saying they got their hair stuck around the brush and had to cut it off. Yikes!  Also that after a while the bristle start breaking off, leaving spots where if you put your finger you'd get burned on the core of the brush. So.

I know there is always good with the bad and with that I haven't decided yet.  I wish I could just borrow one and try it out rather than buying it, because it isn't cheap, as it costs $100. So I don't know.

Flat or fluffy? Fluffy or Flat?

My Life In Pictures

Or I should say lack of pictures.  At least when I was younger.  My father was a photographer and you would think he would have taken tons of pictures of us kids, yet there really aren't very many at all.  And I have exactly ONE picture of me in front of a Christmas tree, and that was as a teenager.  I just find that rather sad, you know? 

I started thinking about this when I was reading someone else's blog today, about taking pictures of your kids in their rooms and the things they do and with the things they have.  Granted back when I was a kid there weren't any digital cameras and film and developing could cost money, and you had to hope the picture would come out good.  I don't know if my dad had more albums of us and we just never got the pictures or what. But I only have one photo album with not very many pictures of me and my brothers as kids, barely any from high school years and hardly any from my Marine Corps years, which is very disappointing.  I love pictures so this lack of pictures makes me sad.

From the time I had my kids, I have taken a lot of pictures of them and have numerous albums of them, with pictures of them on Christmas and at Disneyland and on vacations to places.  So I guess I made up for that from my life. Though I didn't take any of their bedrooms which I wish now I had, to remember their rooms.  I know Nicole had a Strawberry Shortcake room and then a Rainbow Bright one, and later New Kids on the Block when she was a teen. Beau had Star Wars and I think GI Joe room.  (As for me, I can remember I had a light purple room when I was little and a special fuzzy purple dog to go with it, and as a teenager my mom made a bedspread and vanity skirt and curtains out of pink flowered fabric for my room.)  We've never decorated Sean Michael's room per se, but I have taken picture of him at holidays and with his toys, and after reading that blog, when I go home I want to take a picture of his bedroom and his gameroom, with him playing his Xbox, just because.

With the advent of digital cameras around the time Sean Michael came along, I went to town with pictures. lol It made it so much easier to be able to see all your pictures and delete the bad ones before you got them printed out.  (Though I had 35mm film cameras too that I did use.)  So there are tons of pictures of my grandkids, and I know they get sick of a camera in their face. But I figure they will appreciate it someday, and even now Sean Michael has gotten interested in photography which he might not have had I not always been taking pictures, and he is very good with a camera too.

So if you have a camera, get it out and take lots of pictures. Because more than likely you are going to regret it if you don't as the mind does forget, whereas your life in pictures won't.

Missing His Grandma

Poor Sean Michael. I know it's been hard on him with me being gone and Hector driving him crazy.  He posted this the other night when they were going to dinner, and he said he hoped he didn't choke Hector with a wonton:

I did think this was pretty funny. I miss him too though and I am ready to go home. But I gotta do what I gotta do and I'm not comfortable leaving Mom on her own yet. If at all really, though I don't know how to prevent that as I can't stay here forever.

Sean Michael's also got pink-eye again and his eczema is driving him crazy. He blames it on me being gone. Who knows, maybe it is because he is stressed because I am not there.  I've never been away from him this long before, especially leaving him with Hector who does have a tendency to talk and talk and talk. 

My poor grandson.  I'll be home I promise....eventually.

You Would Think...

That I would not get my hopes up and think there would be an answer....and you would think that I should be used to it by now. So why am I not?

Randomness

It is that time of year again when I tell myself I should just forget about it and not do what I do every year (and I succeeded one year and I wrote about it), but I know I am going to as soon as it hits midnight.

Some people are truly batshit crazy.  And talk out their butts about things they know ABSOLUTELY nothing about.  And lie. Oh my goodness the lies.

I miss my bed. And my house. And my cat RabbitButt. And my grandson. Even my job.

I miss the Fresno I grew up in.

I miss Casanova.

I wish I was thin again.

I'd love to look like this again:

I would like to be truly in love with someone and have him love me back like that.

I do love my Starbucks every day.

Why is this world so crazy? (Rhetorical question...Satan is very busy at it.)

I wish I still had some of my old mini skirts, notes that were written to me in school, more pictures from back then, and an El Camino.

Life is just nuts.

Things To Write About

Whenever I get an idea for something to write about here, I put it in my phone notes, where I have an ongoing list so that when can remember the things that struck me at the moment. When I write about one of the things, I then delete it off the list.

But, like tonight, I looked at the notes to see what I felt like writing about, and I don't feel like doing any of them. And it isn't the first time either.  Makes one wonder why have the list, right?  Especially since some of those thoughts have been on it for quite a while.  (Though to be fair, I did use one of them last night when I blogged about how I felt about the whole transgender crap, so the list does get used. ) 

I could write about every day life but that would even put me to sleep as it is certainly not the most exciting and can be down right boring. Sometimes (okay, most of the time) I wish I had a really great exciting life to live and blog about. But I suppose when you come right down to it, most people have the same kind of life as me and that leaves nothing left to write home about.

And that's why the list. when thoughts come to me that I would like to write about.  And even those probably bore the crap out of people (well, not really, because no one reads this anyway. So there ya go.)

Oh well. I do this more for me anyways to amuse myself.  Though it would be nice for someone else  to amuse me.  I wish people I knew would blog, and I know a few who can write, too but don't. They have their reasons I suppose.

So in the meantime I will just continue on here amusing myself.  Someone has to and it might as well be me, right?

All This Transgender Crap

There is so much stuff on the  news about transgender this and transgender that, and of course Bruce Jenner and his craziness.  Does anyone stop to think that these people have a freaking screw loose? It is NOT normal to want to  be the opposite sex of what you are.  Society has just gone nuts and anything to be politically correct and say it is okay.  No, no it's not okay.  It's loony tunes.

Bruce looks like a man no matter how much make-up and dresses and heels he puts on.  Not to mention that penis he tucks away.  I normally don't like the Kardashians, but I do feel sorry for Kris this time.

And some boy who says he is transgender thinks he should be able to go to the locker room with girls because that's what he identifies with. No buddy, you have a penis too and you need to stay in the boys room  Better yet your parents really need to get you a shrink.  Though most of them are so liberal they would agree with him. I know that if I had a daughter going to the school and they said yes he could go in with the girls, my kid would be pulled out of that class, even if it meant she would flunk it.

It's sickening.  If you have a penis, you are a MALE.  If you have a vagina, you are a FEMALE. Period.  And your DNA will identify you as that too. 

This world is simply going crazy.  The Bible tells us that towards the end it will do just that, but boy some of this stuff is off the charts.