You are really cute in person....but....

I have the absolute best hairdresser in the WORLD, he is at a super fancy salon on a super fancy street in Boston.  He is awesome, truly an artist.  He can take one look at you and give you an amazing cut and color and you walk out of the salon feeling like a snappy go-getter, perfectly coiffed and lookin' fine.

Except..........he is brutally honest and.......... well, downright mean at times.  For example.....he once told me that I was "really cute in person, but completely unphotogenic."  Just like that.  Meaning....I look like crap in pictures.  Well....usually I take his bullshit honesty with a grain of salt...I mean this guy cuts hair for a living and all the does and thinks about is BEAUTY and MORE BEAUTY.  He is surrounded by fake boobs, botox, eye lifts, tummy tucks, and hair extensions.  Imperfections are not part of his world.    So, I got to thinking....maybe he is right? I mean, I'm no super model or anything....but am I truly that unphotogenic?  I look pretty decent in my wedding pics and some candids of us on vacation aren't too bad.  Or, at least I think so....or maybe I am delusional??

I still don't have the answer....I like myself in most pictures (with the exception of the dumbass video made of me singing entirely off-tune and robotically dancing to Sweet Caroline at the Sox game, thanks a ton Flossy.)...and everyone has some pictures that don't show their best side(s), but really...who gives a crap?  So what if I don't look like Elle McPherson or Linda Evangelista....cause I can tell you ONE thing I have learned.  Sometimes those who looks so damn good on the glossy covers of a magazine, or amazing in all photos/vidoes really look like WEIRDOS in real life.  So I am glad I look better in person ....cause really it's all about real life....not friggin pictures.  

So boo to you Mr. Hairdresser.  Now cut and color my hair so I look foxy!   Hmmmph!

Check out Mr. Flossy and Fitfreak singing Sweet Caroline at Fenway Park Tuesday night!

Do You Sudoku?

I am proud to say that I completed my first sudoku puzzle the other day. Sudoku is one of those things that's all the rage now (along with Crocs, North Face jackets and Uggs) that I've managed to resist up until now while everyone around me is indulging. Granted, the North Face jackets and Uggs are not in my closet purely because of cost, and I did break down and buy a Lands End version of Crocs on sale because the dusty camp parking lot trashes my flip-flops, but still...

I was in Building 19 the other day and saw a couple perusing Sudoku puzzle books (78¢!!!) and the woman said to her husband "Put those back, those are TOO EASY!" I confessed to her (because that's what I do, strike up conversations with strangers and insinuate myself into their discussions...) that I have tried to do Sudoku and have quit because:

1) They are impossible for me
2) My brain can't do logic like that
3) My brain HURTS when I try
4) I end up feeling stupid.

Kind of like those bar puzzles where you have to unlink two steel knots, or a Rubik's cube (FYI, my older sister KICKS ASS on the Rubik's cube, can do it in like one minute!)

Anyway, the woman assured me that if I started out with the easy ones, I would get the hang of it. I bought the book (78¢ and the answers in the back!!!), brought it home and went to work. I love how the puzzles all have a little space at the bottom to write down how long it took to complete.

TWO HOURS LATER...

Warding off helpful hints from my logic-savvy husband and the temptation to peek at the answer, I was FINALLY able to complete the puzzle. I didn't feel stupid, but then again I didn't feel smart. There are about 80 more puzzles in the book, should I ever decide to attempt a SECOND try...

I think I'll get a Rubik's cube instead.

Tweet until death do us part

I was driving today (yes....again.... driving that mammoth gas hogging machine) to drop my kids off at their summer camp program.  In the middle of the road I spotted a small little birdie helplessly lying on its back, flapping its wings, clearly in the throws of injury and oncoming death.  (it probably got hit by another gas hogging mammoth machine.) 

Ya know what got me, to the core of my soul....was that on the injured bird's side was it's partner (husband or wife birdie?) cheeping away and hopping about, quite in distress.  I almost started to cry.  It was so damn sad.  (no I am NOT pms'ing.)  I tell ya, sometimes life just knocks you upside the head and sends an arrow into your heart.  I think that was God telling me to stop bitching and start appreciating.

PS - on the way home the little birdie was dead.  :(  

One Big Blog

I'm baaack!  I've been getting some sh*t from friends and readers (who knew so many of you looked forward to reading Flossy's and my blog??) about why I haven't posted in some time.  Well, the long and the short of it...I've been busy.  Aren't we all.

But no worries my friends....I have been blogging in my mind various subjects over the past two months and instead of doing an individual blog per subject, this will be one, big, totally random blog.  So here it goes....

I love summer.  It's my second favorite season (Fall being my first).  I love the hot, steamy weather.  The long days and early morning birds (other than my kids).   I love the beach, the pool, and the thought of no school, no homework, no getting the kids up and out the door by 7AM.  It's all sweet, and so darn short lived.  So I am going to really let this one soak in this year.  Last summer sucked.  I was dealing with several major personal crisises at once and nearly had a nervy b-down.  It was awful.  This summer, it's all about family, friends, laughter, corn on the cob, margaritas and Mike's hard lime, screened porch meals and beach days, highlights in the hair and tan legs.  Viva la Summer!

I saw Joey Kramer from Aerosmith twice in two weeks.  First he and his fabulous (girlfriend, wife, sig other) were in a local eatery for lunch and then again at Bertucci's for a dinner.  It was comical.  Not one person in either restaurant gave him a second look.  Ya gotta love that about Massachusetts.  We just don't give a crap about who you are....and we will NEVER stoop to ask your autograph or anything.  We just like to say we saw you.  Dream on Joey...Dream On!

I am so sick and tired of bratty kids in Church.  Today at the 9:30Am Mass there were kids doing the following....crawling up the aisle after the gospel and homily, banging and kicking the pews endlessly, howling like a banshee in protest when Mommy left to go pee or something, wandering about the church like it's a playground for exploration.  I could go on and on.  It is the 9:30 CHILDREN's MASS...but that does NOT give you license to let your kid act like a complete imbecile!  Jeez!

WTF is up with the gas prices?  $85 or more to fill my tank with gas.  And I HARDLY drive these days.  Whenever I go out, I take my husband's smaller/cheaper car.  Those MF's at the top who are just bilking the crap out of us are gonna get it.  Karma is a bitch ladies and germs...so watch out!!!!  And while we are on that subject....we just got a $741 bill for an oil delivery.  A-holes.

I love to go out to eat.  (This will be SEVERELY curtailed, do to gargantuan levels of costs associated with bringing your kid to the doctor, buying overpriced food at the supermarket, or doing any of those bulltoggin necessary things we all have to do to live...which all involve....DRIVING on $4.25 gas.)  Anyhoo, I love someone leading me and my family/friends (whatever) to a CLEAN table, asking ME what I would like to drink, and browsing a long and splendiforous menu with all yummy things on it and then ordering what tickles my taste buds and then COOKING and BRINGING said meal to the table and everyone is HAPPY to eat it (no complaints this tastes yucky...what is this gross thing,  I hate that smell...) and then they come and CLEAN it all up and I get to sashay away doing NOTHING.  What a wonderful thing.  

I detest summer time TV.  My only complaint about summer.

Peace out people.  See you all soon!