Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
To explain why I named my blog this...
I have every Monday night free because my husband has a class. Up until tonight, I would frantically call every contact in my phone over the age of 5 and under the age of 65. Or clean between the stove and the cabinet. Or bake something I would say is 'for someone else' and then eat well over half of it. All while watching really bad tv. I think Monday night tv is really bad tv. Monday night tv is the bowling alley of tv nights. Shows that get to be on air only when football season is over and there's no where else for them to hang out.
I spend the first 8 hours a day with my gorgeous little boy, Anderson Judah, and after he goes to bed, I'm pretty desperate for anyone to talk to that likes it when I actually connect the syllables I'm speaking into words.
So, those Contacts are only usually half of them home and even fewer of them feeling at all chatty like me. So I decided to be chatty by myself and maybe give everyone a chance to catch up with me at once and post a few pictures and thoughts. The reason I've never done this before, though, is my overwhelming sense that it would be vanity. Turning little things into big things. I have quite the capacity for this vice. Today, I took 25 pictures of myself and my new haircut. I did cut it myself. I did mean to cut the bangs that short. It took around 4.3 minutes to cut but I probably stared at the mirror wondering if I would do it for 4.3 days total. Vanity, vanity, a chasing after the wind! That's my vague recollection of Ecclesiastes.
So, since I cut my hair yesterday morning, I really had nothing left to do on Monday nights. Other than the above mentioned activities, plus any number of unfinished projects laying around, and plenty of laundry and cleaning. Thus, Monday's Child is born.
I had some vague recollection of one of my relatives saying that I was born on a Monday, so I did official calculation.
Then, I remembered "Wednesday's child is full of woe" so I wondered if Monday's child was full of anything better. Here's the whole poem:
Monday's child is fair of face;
Tuesday's child is full of grace;
Wednesday's child is full of woe;
Thursday's child has far to go;
Friday's child is loving and giving;
Saturday's child works hard for a living;
The child that is born on the Sabbath day,
Is bonny, and blithe, and good, and gay.
Turns out, I am fair of face. Ivory 100, the lightest one there is, is my Mary Kay foundation match. To celebrate my new do, I did my face, too, with some MK starter kit makeup. I felt pretty in a grown-up sort of way after I put it on. I haven't worn foundation since 9th grade. As I was saying, vanity!!!
I spend the first 8 hours a day with my gorgeous little boy, Anderson Judah, and after he goes to bed, I'm pretty desperate for anyone to talk to that likes it when I actually connect the syllables I'm speaking into words.
So, those Contacts are only usually half of them home and even fewer of them feeling at all chatty like me. So I decided to be chatty by myself and maybe give everyone a chance to catch up with me at once and post a few pictures and thoughts. The reason I've never done this before, though, is my overwhelming sense that it would be vanity. Turning little things into big things. I have quite the capacity for this vice. Today, I took 25 pictures of myself and my new haircut. I did cut it myself. I did mean to cut the bangs that short. It took around 4.3 minutes to cut but I probably stared at the mirror wondering if I would do it for 4.3 days total. Vanity, vanity, a chasing after the wind! That's my vague recollection of Ecclesiastes.
So, since I cut my hair yesterday morning, I really had nothing left to do on Monday nights. Other than the above mentioned activities, plus any number of unfinished projects laying around, and plenty of laundry and cleaning. Thus, Monday's Child is born.
I had some vague recollection of one of my relatives saying that I was born on a Monday, so I did official calculation.
Then, I remembered "Wednesday's child is full of woe" so I wondered if Monday's child was full of anything better. Here's the whole poem:
Monday's child is fair of face;
Tuesday's child is full of grace;
Wednesday's child is full of woe;
Thursday's child has far to go;
Friday's child is loving and giving;
Saturday's child works hard for a living;
The child that is born on the Sabbath day,
Is bonny, and blithe, and good, and gay.
Turns out, I am fair of face. Ivory 100, the lightest one there is, is my Mary Kay foundation match. To celebrate my new do, I did my face, too, with some MK starter kit makeup. I felt pretty in a grown-up sort of way after I put it on. I haven't worn foundation since 9th grade. As I was saying, vanity!!!
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