The Preschool Diva

I could save some serious cash on preschool this year. My four year old knows everything there is to know about, well, pretty much everything. To any statement you could possibly think up, her reply is "I know". She even borders on physic. For instance, we recently received a postcard in the mail from her new preschool teacher welcoming her and letting us know she was going to be in the dinosaur class. (Every classroom takes on a different animal theme and they learn about that animal throughout the year.) As I read it aloud with as much as enthusiasm as I could possibly muster - trust me, it was an impressive, rock solid performance - she nonchalantly replied, "I know". She also knows that shopping and/or ice cream always make you feel better, black goes with everything and boys are stinky. See? I told you. She knows EVERYTHING.

She's my strong willed child; the one I've named all my gray hairs after. She has been insisting on picking out her own clothes since before she was even potty trained and faces the world square on, holding absolutely nothing back. If your hair looks crazy or she doesn't like your outfit, you'll be the first to know. She is our constant reminder of my husband's late grandmother, the one who told me I had good birthing hips in our early dating years. (Oh yes... she did. She was also apparently right.) All of these qualities that sometime drive me crazy are also the reason I am totally in love with this little diva.

We have a few more weeks before she starts to school so I'm trying to mentally prepare. Hmmmmm... Perhaps I should warn her preschool teacher so she can do the same.

Time for a Change

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It used to be so easy to turn you on. I knew all the right buttons to push. These days, it seems to be nearly impossible. I’m not sure if you’ve changed or I’ve just forgotten how. When I am able to get you hot and bothered, you spit water at me. What’s that about?! You are ruining my clothes for Pete’s sake! I think it’s time to call it quits. We had a good time while it lasted but you have served your purpose. I’m ready to move on.

Can anyone recommend a good iron?

Product Review - Shampoo for the Golden Years

It all began at the drugstore when I was disappointed to realized my normal brand of shampoo was out of stock. (Yes, the drugstore. I'm cheap like that.) I was desperate and got lured by fancy jargon and promises of highlight activating ingredients. What can I say? It was a weak moment. The fluorescent lights fried my brain. Don't judge me - it happens. And so I picked up a matching set of John Freida Sheer Blonde shampoo and conditioner. Why not? I mean, I'm not technically even blonde but I do get blonde highlights in the summer. That counts, right?

My initial impression was that the shampoo didn't smell the best, but I continued on hoping it would grow on me. When I got to the conditioner, I snarled my nose. Dude... it stunk. Stunk! The smell reminded me of the aerosol can of perfume my grandmother used to buy at Big Lots. (Yes, aerosol. Was my grandmother the only one that wore that crap?) Totally not the way I want my hair to smell. And so, I neatly packed that junk away in the garbage can and promptly took my stinky haired self to the store to buy more shampoo. I give John Freida Sheer Blonde Shampoo and Conditioner two tumbs waaaaay down. This stuff should come with a warning label that you must be at least 65 to use it. I'm beginning to think I've developed a knack for finding stinky products.