Tuesday, April 30, 2013

A New Look

I got a makeover.  I cut my hair around this time last year, into a bob. My desire was for a sleek bob.  It didn't turn out the way I wanted and I felt like a not-hot librarian.  Bleh.  So I grew it out again. 

A couple of weeks ago, after much searching and plotting, I did hack 2.0.  And I love it.  I LOVE IT!!! I feel like me again.  My raggedy ponytail is long gone, and I feel fresh and young and carefree and cute.  I feel cute.   I needed to feel cute, and not like a hobbit.  Being a hobbit is the polar opposite of cute. 

My sister's boyfriend pointed out that he sees a lot of new moms cut their hair, and wanted to know why.  For me, I had to ditch the ponytail.  That ponytail was oppressive.  And I was working out (was, I know, I know) and the permafro was not a good look.  In addition to no more ponytail came the ability to easily wash and go!  I'm digging my new look. 

Now, I just have to get back to exercising.

Bye Bye Ponyfro

My new look

A lil flip :-)

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Scandal Post: Huck's Family

*Spoiler alert - If you haven't, watched Seven Fifty-Two don't keep reading.*

This week, we get more of Huck's back story.  We learn how he became a member of the CIA. It turns out they give a test to military folks to determine their aptitude for being an information extractor.  I'm not sure what questions are on that test, and it's probably best that I don't know.   Nonetheless, Huck passes with flying colors.  There's one important thing, he's not supposed to have any attachments. No wife, nothing to tie him down.

But he does have the girlfriend and whoops she's knocked and then they're married and look a baby!  Except that the CIA folks don't take kindly to that and they throw him in a hole because he had the nerve to be loved by someone. 
It's probably weird that I still find him hot.

As I was writing my recap, something occurred to me.

Back in episode 6 of this Season, Spies Like Us, we learn that the other spies called Huck "Spin" which was short for Spinster, because they never thought he'd find anyone.  This was supposedly why Becky was able to put the poontang voodoo on him so easily. 

Buutttttt... This week, we know Huck had someone.  And the CIA special killer/torture ops weren't supposed to have attachments, so not having someone wouldn't have been unusual. No one would've thought anything of it.  And, given the time line, he only would've done the wet work for like a year before disappearing, so there wouldn't have been years of seeing him with no one to alarm anyone else. 

So the question is, did Huck make up the family in his mind?  He told Liv he wasn't sure they were real.  Or, did the writers decide to give Huck a back story but missed tying up the loose details?  Or was it something else? 

What do you think?

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

A Return to Weight Watchers

Way back in the day, 2004/2005, I lost 30 pounds on Weight Watchers.  I was an expert on points, I learned to love vegetables, and would eat Subway often, like every day.  The program worked for me!  And then I stopped the program and life and blah blah blah, I got chunky again.  No one saw that coming right? 

I've gained and lost more weight than Oprah.  I was lucky when pregnant, I only gained 20 pounds and only had 7.5 pounds to go when I came home from the hospital.  Breast feeding was my friend, and when I went back to work, I was 20 pounds lighter than when I got pregnant.

That was more than a year ago.  I started off this year strong.  I was working out, even though exercise is my personal nemesis. I was eating right!  I was on it.  Notice how all of those verbs are past tense?  A lot of things happened, I got stressed and I ate.  And ate. (and ate and ate and ate and ate and ate and..repeat)  

Tomorrow, I start Weight Watchers.  I need the structure.  I need to be accountable.  I need to get rid of this bloat that I picked up because I decided water is bad.  I like water, I'm not sure what that was about.   I need to never use the word bloat again, I hate the word bloat, and hate that I'm using it while talking about me.

Cause this, this must stop.  

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Random Links of Randomness - 4/23/13

  • When I saw this on Jimmy Kimmel last night I giggled something fierce.  Kids are listening.  And that thing you've said to them 632 times, be ready to hear it back.  - Awesomely Luvvie
  • I love Essence Adkins, primarily because she has really awesome hair, but she's also a decent actress.  I fully cosign everything she said.  Every review I read said that dear Kim was utterly and completely horrible, and those were the nice ones. - The YBF
  • I'm all for taking stuff back if you don't need it.  All those cleaning supplies I bought for the pooflood I promptly took back when I learned I didn't have to DIY.  But this?!?  Really?  That's some nasty stuff right there.  Why would she think this was ok?  Was there a return policy on the back of the receipt?  - Crunk & Disorderly
  • You shouldn't judge a book by it's cover.  Really shouldn't.  But if you show up for a first date and this is who is looking back at you.  Keep driving.  Just keeeeeeeeppppp going  - Gawker

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Hope Floats - And So Do Other Things

I've been a lax poster this month.  I can't blame it on just one thing, but I will say inertia is definitely in effect and I am currently "not in motion".

Thursday morning I woke up to one of he most horrible odors ever.  I immediately wondered what in the heck did Jethro eat? Or that maybe we should go back to putting the dog in her room at night.  Either way, someone's innards were bad, wrong, incorrect, led astray, something. 

If only I'd been so lucky.

Our basement, the one that never floods ever, was invaded by sewage after the storms Wednesday night.  Sewage!!!!!  There was other folks' poop in my house!  In my carpet, in the laundry room, in the basement, everywhere!!!

Well, not quite everywhere.  But still.  Foreign poop in my house.  IN.  MY.  HOUSE. And while they were extremely nice, the restoration company really sucked at giving ETAs.  I need to know when the poop will be gone.  HELP ME!!!!! "Um you see ma'am, we've never had..." blah blah blah, get the poop out of my house!!

I am oh so thankful and blessed to have insurance coverage, and today, albeit three days later, the clean up is done.  No more poo!  No more poooooo! 

We still have to replace the carpet in the family room, which I miss.  Ladybug has been playing in our room instead and woooo lawwwwdddd.  "Take everything off Mommy's nightstand is much more exciting than playing with my puzzles"   Hopefully by next weekend we'll be back in business.

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Olympus Has Fallen


**Warning!  This contains spoilers.  If you've seen it, continue reading.  If you'll never see it, or don't mind a little spoiler, continue on. 
I was excited to see Olympus Has Fallen, partially because I'm pretty sure Morgan Freeman should be in every single movie and partially because one of my favorite people on the planet declared it the best movie ever.

The premise is this.  The North Koreans are able to infiltrate the White House and take it down.  Then then attempt to take control of our nukes.  Of course they do.  Because their nukes are wack.

Here's the thing.  This is the U.S. of A.  We spend more on defense than most countries spend on everything.  Ev. Ver. Re. Thing.   The beginning of the movie killed it for me.  Because there are quite a few things I don't understand.
  • An obvious war plane enters US Airspace and heads towards the White House.  A whopping two jets (2, as in 1 + 1) are scrabbled and they attempt to have a nice conversation.  We're not talking a Cessna, we're talking a WAR PLANE.   Over DC.  Seriously?  We're going to have a nice calm conversation about how you should land? Nope.   You get one courtesy "you gone learn today" and then the death ray.  Sorry.  Well, actually not sorry.  
  • Then the war plane gets close to the WC and there seems to be no good air defense.  None.   Like no one ever thought of it. We're just going to hope the bunker is strong enough.  Errr.  Really?  There should be a crop (yes a crop) of transformers to handle such foolishness.
Crop of Transformers
  • There's pandemonium in the WC.  Oh look there's a foreign dignitary here too.  Let's all go in the bunker.  I don't care how giving of a mood the President is in.  There has to be a contingency plan for this too.  You Mr. Dude from Not Around Here, you go in this other bunker.  Hope you make it there safely.  You can't come in here with me.  Sorry.  I don't know you like that.  You'll be more comfortable there.  Yeah that's it, comfortable.  
  • Then come the ground troops.  No one can shoot, no one has on a vest, all of our guys die.  All of them.  There should be troops just waiting for something to happen.  Doing jumping jacks to stay limber, waiting. "I wish a North Korean would show up today, I'm ready"  None of those dudes are around.  They are all at Taco Bell 45 minutes away or taking a nap.  
I don't believe it.

I'm not going.

This is some foolishness.

There must be an Optimus Prime under the front lawn, paratroopers in the top of the White House, tunnels full of soldiers, every kind of missile defense, lasers that shoot out of bushes, those things from iRobot, everything.  

It looked like we did our defense shopping at Walmart.  

Hopefully the next movie with the same exact premise, White House Down, does it better in June.

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Out of Control

People like to think that we're in control of our lives.  That we lead our own destiny, that we are the designers of our future.  And maybe, a small part of that is true.

There are so many things that are completely NOT up to us.  We don't choose:

  • Our parents - who they are, what they do, their upbringing, where they live, their parenting style, if they're addicted to anything, what they believe in, what is important to them.  And yet these very things play a huge role in who we become 
  • Our physical attributes - we don't choose our race, our predisposition to diseases, our hair color, if we have straight teeth or have gaps, if we walk with a correct gait or are pigeon toed. 
  • Where we live - No one of us got to choose where we are born.  There was no map of places to choose from after making a fully informed decision.  We live were our parents lived.
  • Our socioeconomic status - We don't pick what socioeconomic status we are born into.  We also don't get to choose if we are exposed to how other people live, to see if there is a different way.  
So much of what makes us who we are is all chance.  We're born into these boxes, these things that we had no control over and then attempt to fight our way out of them.  People are always upset about being stereotyped, being lumped in with a group, I think it's worse when you didn't chose the group to start.  

The very things we have no control over, are the things that separate us the most.  I'm trying to work on my own issues with this.  Trying to look past the obvious and to look deeper at what people do have control over. I'm trying to give people the benefit of the doubt.

At the same time, I'm becoming less tolerant of people who choose their circumstances and do nothing about it.

That's probably the way it should be.

    Wednesday, April 10, 2013

    Forks In The Road

    I'm in a funny mood.  

    It's been said that people stay where they are until it becomes so uncomfortable that they don't have a choice but to move.  I try to buck that trend, or at least in my mind I do.  But practically speaking, I know that's not the case.  There are things that I know I could've, should've, would've done differently, but I have taken the "easy" way out.  Problem is, the "easy" way out is rarely easy.

    In a lot of areas of my life, I'm standing at a fork in the road.   For some, I just got here, for others I've been standing in the same place, breathing deeply and waiting.  Waiting for an obvious choice, waiting for a push, waiting for a sign, waiting to get so uncomfortable that I have to move.

    Which way do I go?  What do I do?  What's the right answer?  How do I get to my goal when the path looks like this
    Intentional use of food, LOL
     And how do I decide what my goal is?  What I want now is not the same thing I wanted 5 years ago or 2 years ago or 6 months ago. 

    I said my goal for this year was balance.  Right now, I'm not doing so well
    I need a unicorn to show me the way or something.

    Monday, April 8, 2013

    Where'd This Person Come From?

    Have you seen this baby?

    She's a pretty little thing.  Full of smiles and cuddles.  Her favorite things are boobs.  She doesn't wake up upset like some babies.  Instead she kind of gives warning noises for about 10 minutes before she wakes up. Warning!!! I'm waking up soon!  Pay attention to me.   She doesn't really care for baths but she thinks the ceiling fan is the best invention ever.

    As much as I love her, I can't seem to find her.   I checked in all the normal places, her crib, her highchair, her car seat.  Nope.  No baby.

    Interestingly enough though, I found someone else.  It appears as though this little person was left in her place.

    What do you mean "No"

    This little "person" was left in her place.  Not a baby, but a little PERSON, with thoughts and opinions and who has the ability to communicate:

    • Every day when I pick her up she tells me what she wants to eat.  And then gets mad when I tell her she has to wait until we get home.  This list typically includes bananas, applesauce, cheese and/or chicken. 
    • She wants THAT.  Usually you have THAT and she's pretty sure that you should give it to her. 
    • She picks out her own books for story time
    • She'd like you to read her a book, yes, right now, thank you very much
    • She can bust a move, and expects everyone to dance when she's dancing.  It's time to dance people, get to moving!  
    • She doesn't need any cuddles before bed.  Well at least not any cuddles from mama, all bedtime cuddles are now reserved for Bear-Bear
    Ladybug and Bear-Bear

    • The dog needs to move.  All of the time.  Mooooooovvvvvveeeeeeeeeee
    • She loves her daddy "my dada?",  "hiiiiiiiiii dada".  She works him all of the time.  Work him girl!  
    • She will eat all of your food.  All.  And if you ask her to share, lasers shoot out of her eyes
    • She watches everything.  All of the time.  It's a good thing she can't speak in paragraph form yet, because she would put everyone on blast
    It's amazing how different Ladybug is, it seems to have gone by in an instant.  I can't wait to see the next step, but would like to stay right here just a little bit longer. 

    Wednesday, April 3, 2013

    Scandal Blog: Dear Huck - You're Slipping

    Dear Huck,

    Even though you are my favorite make-believe person in the world, I'm having a hard time writing you.  And no, it's not the whole Quinn situation, I guess I can get over that.  Hollis blew her boyfriend up and Becky is locked up so I guess you two can get together.  I'd hate for you to end up like poor fake Rico Suave Harrison. (Don't be mad, you know Harrison's "dates" are like Tommy from Martin's "job")
    Harrison?? Is that you?

    But here's the thing.  Lately, you've been slipping.   We forgave you for freaking out in the rain and letting David get run up on.  No one really likes David anyway.  We forgave you for smelling all kinds of rank, water boarding can definitely mess up your mind.

    But this?!?!  You're better than this Huck!!!!

    No self-respecting stalker/assassin/super hacker would be this dumb.  You'd never do this on a schedule.  Ever!  And why so infrequently?  If someone wanted to bug Olivia, wouldn't they be clever enough to figure out the routine?  And then do precisely what CJ (Crazy Jake) is doing?  

    Huck.  You're better than this.  I know things have been hard, but you've got to step it up.  Step. It. Up.

    Also - Does Quinn not own pants?  Put on same dang pants!  You don't do recon in a skirt.  Doofus!

    Please go back to being the regular, no mistakes, super focused Huck.  We need you, Olivia needs you and without Olivia there is no Scandal.  And without Scandal, Thursday nights are kind of lame.



    P.S.  Transunion... you keep forgetting about me.

    Scandal Post: Recap Snake In The Garden

    Are you feeling jittery about tomorrow night's episode? Need a refresher on last week? Want to read some words I wrote?

    Check out my recap over at It's Handled

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