Oy vey. I’ve wanted to write in my blog on so many occasions lately and then something comes up and I don’t seem to get around to it. Life would be so much easier with a round tuit.
So, what’s been happening? Well, let’s see. My son started shaving last weekend. He is very proud of himself. He’s had a dirty upper lip for sometime now and, apparently, it bothered him. Maybe that had something to do with the fact that his friends were calling him Carlos. He was so happy to get the shaver (an electric one) that he didn’t even get embarrassed when I told the checkout clerk that my son was starting to shave. He just stood there and beamed. “Use moisturizer,” she said.
Why is this a big deal to me? I mean shaving your face implies manliness. George Clooney. Five o’clock shadow and all that. I definitely have a double standard. I’m sure Olivia will be shaving her legs by the time she’s 13. But a boy shaving his face, that’s different, right? Were my friends shaving when we were 13. Somehow I don’t think so. I suppose some were hairier than others but still. (Jack, you could probably shed some light on this. When did you start shaving?) Maybe it’s those damn hormones in our food.
Of course it did prompt Olivia to ask me if she could start shaving her legs. An emphatic NOOOOOO was my answer. Nine-year-olds do not shave their legs. I do recall sneaking into the bathroom with my friend at about 9 or 10 and shaving my legs. Sherry and her friends spied on us through the window, which got me really angry and embarrassed. I think I got in trouble.
I am 5 weeks post op today and doing really well. I’ve been going to yoga class and walking regularly. No one would know I recently had major surgery. It’s amazing. I go back to the doc next week for my six-week check-up, at which time he should clear me for all activities.
The night-blooming cereus is going nuts. I had 8 blooms a few weeks ago and now it has 11 more buds. However, the weather is finally deciding to act its season and we will be dipping into the 30s at night by the weekend. I may have to move it to the garage or else those buds will stay clamped shut.
I’m writing this from my beautiful, new iMac that my darling husband authorized for our 20th anniversary. It’s really suuuhhweeeeet. I mean that. I’m taking classes at the Apple Store, and hopefully will be whipping out awesome montages in the near future. My next class is iMovie so I will be getting started very soon. Who’s my first customer? Jamie? Buehler? Anyone?
Yeah, I know this is boring. Think of the pressure on me after such a long absence to come up with something well-written, witty, captivating. And yet.
I’m supposedly getting published in the Lush catalog. I wrote them a letter while recovering from surgery, raving about how much their products relaxed me, etc. They sent me a coupon and asked permission to publish my letter. Now, if someone would just find my blog and offer me lots of money to publish IT!
Oh, and I might get published in the newspaper for the Paula Deen limerick contest. Now, if I make it to one of the finalists, then you’ll be hearing from me again to vote for me. That’s how the winner is picked, by popular vote from readers. So I’ll keep you posted on that.
Alrighty then. Nice catching up. Don’t be a stranger yourself.