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I have zero interest in rocks. None. Unless it is one on my finger, and even then I don't really care that much about carrots or cut. Whoever wrote my degree plans, however, thought I should take a few geology classes in both undergrad and grad school. For multiple semesters in college I sat through lectures on rocks, the age of the Earth, talked about fossils and what really killed off the dinosaurs. I stayed awake. But. Just barely. I also remember in labs, having to classify types of rocks. chert, sandstone, obsidian. A few were pretty...but most were just brown stones to me. One of the ways we had to identify them was based on the Mohs scale of hardness. You would scratch the surface of one rock or mineral on another to see which one was harder. The values range from 1 - 10, depending on how easily it is scratched. In the hospital they always ask you to rate your pain. On a scale of 1-10. And those scales and numbers and ways of classifying things are...

…well the single moms at least. Mad props to you. My husband has been traveling much more than usual and I am so failing at the single gig. As in right now, my son is watching G-force for the second time tonight. And I’m pretty sure there is a one viewing per lifetime rule for a movie about talking hamsters. Or gerbils or whatever. I don’t know because I have been de-licing Tess’s room. Actually she doesn’t have lice that I know of. But someone in her class does. And when I picked her up from school and they handed me the letter, I flashed back to all those “lice checks” in school where you had to put your head down on your desk and the nurse came and picked through your hair. I was always petrified they would find something and washed my hair with vigilance that night. Lets just say, for the first time I was super thankful that Tess has almost no hair. But still, the sheets and clothes and pillows and blankies and teddy bears all must be washed. And I am feeling a little paranoid itch...

Today I went to the dentist. Problem, the last time I remember going I was pregnant with Tess. She is about to turn 2. Ughh. I pretty much avoid the dentist because… a) I am not a regular flosser…..unless twice a year counts as regular. b) I hate having conversations while someone else’s hands are in my mouth. c) and I am especially afraid of the part where the actual dentist walks in and tells me that I need another crown…or worse. In other words. Empty out your savings, and there is no payment plan. And my dentist visit today shaped up to lots of the things I avoid. Long wait in the waiting room with only crappy magazines to read. Forget Ladies Home Journal. Give me some People. I usually have at least 3 books on me at all times, but somehow I managed to leave them in my gym bag, shaun’s truck and dresser. My hygienist was a little too perky and asked me the same question 4 times. I wondered if she had been hitting the laughing gas. And if she would share. The lady took 20 Xrays. And...

I have always been very low maintenance when it comes to my hair. I have even dried my hair by hanging my head out a car window before. And I can totally rock a ponytail. As in everyday for a month. When it comes to haircuts, styles and products…I am cheap, lazy and not usually afraid to try something new. First lets address the cheap: I consider Pantene “fancy shampoo” Conditioner is about the only “product” I regularly purchase…and I am pretty sure that isn’t really a product anyways. I would love a Chi but can’t make myself spend 100$ on something made to intentionally burn my hair. (but yes I do have a much more moderately priced flat iron that I use most days...well the days it isn't in a ponytail). I also only get a hair cut like 2-3 times a year. This is part cheap. Part lazy. Which leads me to the lazy. Did you read the part about drying my hair out a car window? Or the one about only getting a cut 2-3 times a year? Also I loathe the round brush. Too much work. Most days I ...

On Friday I worried when I could barely find a parking space. But my in-laws were watching the kids and it was Spring Break and I figured it was now or never to replace my driver’s license. According to the Texas Department of Motor Vehicles website you are allowed to renew your license on line or change your address or change your name pretty much anything except get a replacement. The punishment for losing your wallet is to sit in their little corner of hell for as long as it takes. So I walked in. Saw the hoards of people and turned around and walked out. I just didn’t have the patience and couldn’t waste my last afternoon of Spring Break in line. As I headed back to the car, that little grown up in me decided I better be responsible and take care of it. So I went back in. I got in line to get a number and called Shaun to tell him how ridiculous the line was but that I was going to suck it up and finally take care of it seeing how I lost my wallet months ago. And just last week I ev...