Yesterday morning in the shower I noticed the fronts of my thighs just above the knees were blue-greyish. Then I noticed there were blue-greyish patches along my hips. I mean, you'd assume a Terrible Diagnosis, wouldn't you? Because I did. Something grim about circulation, I assumed. I'd been lying on my stomach while I slept, and didn't I read something in a suspense novel about blood...pooling? in a corpse? I was planning to finally call my doctor for a check-up. Which indeed I should do, just for general health, but later in the day I realized the blue-grey tint was from my new jeans. I'd washed them before wearing them, but they ARE a very dark wash. Dark enough to color the handkerchief I keep in the pocket, which is how I figured it out.
I am opposed to camouflage stuff for children. Because I'm opposed to thinking about children being in wars. I know. I KNOW. But that's how it is: I see camouflage for children and I picture my babies in the woods with guns and NO NO NO.
And that it why it was 11.75 years before I bought anything camouflage for a child of mine, and it's because Rob MUST have rainboots for his 6th-grade camping trip, and there were NO rainboots in big-kid sizes ANYWHERE, and then I found them FINALLY at Target, and the two choices were (1) camouflage or (2) black with skulls. I paid full-price, for something camouflage, for a child. Note it.
I gave blood this past week. I even made an APPOINTMENT, and still waited over an hour to start the donation process. That is...discouraging, I must say. I read the entire People magazine I brought with me, and the section of newspaper I found, and then I sat there feeling anxious about how close I was to the people sitting in the chairs next to me. I don't know if I can be discouraged altogether, like so that I would STOP donating blood, but if I MAKE AN APPOINTMENT? Doesn't it seem like? And I asked about it, and she said it was always that busy. Well, then...I mean, if I might make a suggestion: preparing for that many people? As opposed to a longer wait-time for people who are already volunteering THE BLOOD FROM INSIDE THEIR BODIES? I don't begrudge it, I'm GLAD to give it, I even get a nice little high from it, but if I have a 5:00 appointment I'd like to...have a 5:00 appointment. Or, like, 5:30 at worst. Not 6:10 for STARTING the part where you answer questions about whether you've been to Europe or dated hookers. I had to pee SO BAD by then, because I'd been so diligent about drinking extra water beforehand as instructed.
But, all that time sitting there waiting, I came up with a new idea for what I might want to do for a job once Henry is in school. Phlebotomist? I need something with a short training time.
I dreamed last night that I cut my own hair and was very happy about it. It's so long now, I can't wear it in my preferred French twist but have to bun it. And it gets tangled and it hurts to comb it, and Paul hasn't given it the attention I'd expect a guy to give long hair, so I thought I WOULD cut it: I've cut it myself once before, and it DID turn out fine. And then THIS MORNING Paul said admiringly, "Your hair is so shiny and multicolored!" And I said, "I'm going to cut it" and he said "Don't change ANYTHING!"
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Oh, you DO want to see the twins in their adorbs French Toast school uniforms! Plus, the giveaway is two tops and two bottoms, and there are plenty of plain khakis and navy sweaters and white polos in sizes 2T-20 if your kids don't have to wear uniforms (mine don't, and yet I am totally planning an order of peter pan collars and plaid scooters). Through October 23rd.
Similasan, through November 18, about soothing and cheering sick children. Giveaway: $100 Visa gift card.
Ragu, through October 31, in which the Thistles taste-test two versions of pasta sauce. Giveaway: $100 Visa gift card, plus a link to another sweepstakes where you can win a huge cooking gift basket.
Kellogg's, week 10 of 12, through October 18th, about breakfast secrets. Giveaway: $100 Visa gift card.
Gift ideas for an 8-year-old, part 2 of 2 - Last week I talked about the gifts we were getting/considering for Edward, who is turning 8 next month. This week it’s Elizabeth’s turn: not “girl gifts,” ...