I don't know what it god's holy name possessed me to go and mess with the blog HTML last night....it's like something came over me and it had to be done RIGHT. NOW. I spent about 5 hours messing with stuff, only to have it all disappear with a click of the mouse. 5 hours later, it looks practically exactly the same as when I started, except it has 3 columns and a messed up header. Groovy.
What I WANTED to tell you about when I sat down at the computer, before I was possessed by the HTML Devil, was about my skin. Yes, hold onto your hats, this is an exciting one!
In a nutshell, my skin is it's own little freakshow. I spent the entire day outside yesterday, planting the garden. My arms, neck, chest, all golden brown. I tan like a superhero, all golden and glossy.
Of course, there is an exception to every rule, and my exception is my face. Doesn't tan. Nope, not at all. Looks all pasty white, like I haven't seen a sun ray for 10 years. It's hot, trust me.
And again, the exception to the face not tanning rule? The nose. My nose is the ONLY thing on my face that changes colour in the sun, and it tans more fast and furious than any other part on my body. But ONLY to the borders of my nose on either side, and up to the bridge of my sunglasses on top, where it ABRUPTLY stops, leaving a nice solid line on the bridge of my nose. Again, hot. Maybe it has something to do with the rest of my face being in the shadow of my protruding proboscis. Whatev.
And while we're on the subject of skin, what the hell is up with my arms? I used to have nice, soft smooth skin on my shoulders and upper arms, until I got all knocked up and they got all bumpy and gross. I dealt with it, figuring it was a pregnancy thing, but it's been nearly 2 years since I gave birth, and the bumpy grossness lives on. WTF??
Random Thought 2.0 - there is nothing I hate more than coming out to my car after a nice dinner, or swim, or drink, or whatever I happened to go inside for, to find that some arsehole has decided to foist his or her advertising on my by putting it under my windshield wiper. It's arsey, because I CAN'T ignore it. Today's was for a hair salon. And although I need a hair makeover worse than Sanjaya ever did, I will NOT be visiting the Hair Expressions to use their $15 off coupon, just because they were jerky enough to put it under my windshield wiper. So THERE!
Random Thought 3.0 - Current tiny cheesecake count: 10 of 15 remaining. This is an exercise in will power for me, because what I would REALLY like to do is sit down and eat the entire box in one sitting, just to end the torture. Makes sense, don't you think?
Random Thought 4.0 - Why is it that the word "bedtime" sparks an energy burst in a toddler that is more boisterous and exuberant than any other energy burst they have had all day? Griffin sat, practically catatonic, on my lap for an hour watching the Street from 7-8pm, while I started to tear my eyes out in HTML-land. I decided to put him in our bed because he was running a slight fever and I figured that if he was going to have a bad night and I wasn't going to get any sleep, I may as well be NOT sleeping in my own bed, rather than in his. As soon as I turned off the Street and said the "B" word, off he went like someone had spiked his bottle with pure corn syrup. He was jumping on the bed, laughing, throwing himself around, doing the "blanket on...no, off....no, on....no, off" routine, anything but sleep.
Until he passed out cold. Ah, sweet victory.
Random Thought 5.0 - How is it that you can have a whole bunch of random thoughts in your head that you want to post about, until the moment you sit down to type them out? They're gone, the rest of them, and there were a lot. Ah well, maybe it's for the best!
Hope you're enjoying your Tuesday!
4 comments:
My arms did the exact same thing! I was really hoping these nasty bumps would go away soon. *sigh* At least I'm not the only one.
Congratulations on the new job! A steady paycheck is sooooo comforting.
You can send me cheesecakes. I like cheesecake. MMMMmmmmm. Cheesecake.
eat them all. that is what I would do - fer sure.
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I have NO IDEA where toddlers get their bedtime energy. Seriously, Amy could be nearly comatose, but bedtime sends her hypo. Hmmmph.
Oh and cheesecakes? I am sure that the calories don't count if you eat them standing up.
(also, eating them standing up means that the short people can't poke their fingers into them)
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