Like glitter in a snow globe, so are the lobes of my brain.

Lots of thoughts jumbling around  in my head this morning.  Actually it's 11:53 a.m.  I guess technically that's still morning.  Well for 7 more minutes.  Ok, where was I?  
Oh yeah, the jumbling.  Shake, shake.  My brain is like a snow globe.

I got up this morning and did the "morning with three kids act."  Luckily, only one packer today, so it was less of an assembly line than most mornings.  Nobody needed any last minute cash or elaborate projects or four dozen cupcakes made, so all in all it was a success.  I sent two away via bus and then took last born to school via automobile and back home, still wearing the same sexy ensemble that I wore all day yesterday and slept in last night, complete with my glasses and crazy bed head.  

I decided since I didn't have to be at work until 10, I had plenty of time to take a shower and actually look presentable for a change.  I took a lovely HOT shower, which is a premium in my house because I have three hot water loving children who have no consideration for anybody else in the house who might want to knock the stank off with a little bit of hot water.  Today I had hot water though.  I decided to skip shaving my legs because...well.  
Do I really need a reason?  
Who cares if I'm wearing a skirt today.  I'm alone in my office.  Nobody knows but me and God.  Well.  And all of you all now.  Speaking of shaving, I just saw on Pinterest that using Baby Oil gel to shave with was all the rage.  

Exhibit A

So of course I'm willing to jump on any ole bandwagon, so I got some the other day.  It's not a new product to me; I've used baby oil gel in the past.  I'm not really sure why I was thinking this would work, because all it did was clog up my insanely expensive razor blades and made me nearly bust my ass in the the slick bathtub.  I use the Schick Hydro Silk razor, by the way.  And yes, it's the best razor out there and YES, I have tried them ALL.  I will stick with shaving with a cheapo conditioner and use the baby oil gel afterwards.  I may try just a little of that baby oil gel in my frizzy hair and see how that works though.

I got out of the shower and I could feel it.  My curly hair was trying to bust out from underneath that towel.  It's been pouring the rain for two straight days and my hair has been waiting for this moment to make is grand ROCKSTAR appearance.  I lotioned with Rain Kissed Leaves this morning to stick with the rainy theme and then I unveiled what I was up against.  I looked in that mirror and I said, "Fine, buckaroo.  We'll do things your way today."  So I quickly drew my gun (Got 2b Kinkier Gloss 'n Define Curl Cream by Schwarzkopf) available at Fine retailers worldwide (Walmart) and I pumped that bad boy three times and I could just hear my locks letting out the Hallelujah chorus when I applied that product, knowing that I wouldn't be smothering their wild desires with a flat iron today.  I found my old friend the diffuser and VOILA!  Curls ahoy me mateys!

After I got all ready for work, I decided I should put away my clean laundry that was piled up in my floor.  Then I decided I was officially making the call that winter was over (I mean...I DO have the built in hair meteorological thing going on) and I was going OUT with the sweaters and IN with the tanks.  Then halfway through, I decided "Ain't nobody got time for that!" then I just made a couple of beds instead.

Then I decided it would really be awesome if dinner was ready when I got home, so at 9:50, I took the chicken out of the freezer and popped it in the microwave to defrost.  Did I mention I had to be at work at 10?  

This leads me to my entire motivation for today's blog.  I suffer from a true illness.  Some (losers) would call it lack of planning.  Some (butt faces) would call it lack of focus.  It's a true illness though, friends!  And there is scientific research to justify my lack of planning and focus ILLNESS!  

Take a look at this.  It will crack you up.  Unless you are always on time for everything, then you just won't get it and I will really have to question why we are even friends in the first place.

 

http://www.buzzfeed.com/tomphillips/18-ways-to-tell-if-you-suffer-from-chronic-lateness

In all seriousness, while I don't think I necessarily suffer from a "condition," there are certainly attributes of the "chronically late condition" which I TOTALLY suffer from.  Topping the list is "not setting realistic expectations on how long something will take me to do."  

Like the chicken in the crockpot.  

Honest to goodness, I thought with my entire being that I could defrost five chicken breasts, make a barbeque sauce from scratch and have that in the crockpot in five minutes and be ready to walk out the door.  My brain lacks that thing that says "You dummy, you cannot paint your entire house in three hours."  And that deficit causes me to start lots of various messes that I never have time to finish.

Now that everybody thinks I am a curly-headed, chronically late, freak of nature, let me close with the happiness quote that was in my inbox today.

“Finally I am coming to the conclusion that my highest ambition is to be what I already I am."- Thomas Merton

And that's kind of what it's all about.  I'm never going to be early for everything anything or one to finish up things a week before they're due.  That's great for people whose brains operate like that.  It's just not the way MY brain operates.  
And that's okay!  
My hair is never going to be brilliantly straight and shiny like someone who has naturally straight and shiny hair.  
You will never be able to eat off my floors.  Consider it a success if you can even take your shoes off on my floors.   
I'm never going to run.  Because I hate it.  But good luck keeping up with me walking because I rock at that.  

We are all on this big, magnificent planet together and we're all made so awesomely with different personalities and talents.  We spend too much time focusing on our shortcomings instead of rocking out our strengths.  All those cliches about being yourself...they're goofy.  But they're TRUE!  
Be yourself.  
If you like doing yoga, do yoga!  If you like reading, read!  If you like making paper mache bird nests, then by gosh, you make paper mache bird nests and you rock that shit out.

Until next time,
~Lightning Bug
*shake, shake*

Well it's Father's Day.  June 19, 2011.  Hopefully Kevin had a good day.  He has been working nights and pretty much we could have handed him the keys to a brand new corvette and we would have probably gotten a half-smile at best.  Tonight is his last night though and then he starts vacation.  He's lucky that he is one of those people that everybody likes.  There's an older guy at the mill that likes him and each year, Bo hands him the vacation sign-up sheet and let's him pick a good summer week, while Bo takes a crappy week in the winter that Kevin would've gotten if not for trading with him. 

Natalie has been gone to Busch Gardens for three days with a friend and I have been missing her like crazy.  I didn't realize how much I love having her around.  Vacations from kids (and vice versa) are good.  Missing somebody is good for the soul.  I redecorated Natalie's room for her while she was gone and I am hoping she will be totally surprised and love it.  I didn't do any of the things I thought I was going to do.  I didn't repaint, but instead, I updated fabrics, rearranged furniture, and got new rugs and curtains.

It's fine with me.  It's cute enough.  It doesn't twang my buds like a big fluffy white down comforter and white gauzy drapes, but that's not real thrilling to an almost 9 year old I suppose.  Well at least not Natalie.  I left the room sort of bare bones besides the new fabrics because I want her to put her input into the rest of the room.  I made this for her a while back and can't wait to get it attached above her bed...

It was a fun project that I found from a really cool blog http://karapaslaydesigns.blogspot.com/  I used foam core and then crumpled up tissue paper and glued to the foam core.  I cut the letters out of magazine pictures to give the glossy finish and the border is some zebra fabric I had leftover from a previous project.  I just have to figure out how the heck I'm going to attach it!

We will be heading to Indiana for Kevin's family reunion this month and all of my closest buds laugh as they describe the trip as (and I quote) "The Griswolds go to Indiana."  Just to bring that statement to life, let me describe my morning at church with the kids.  My kids have been raised in church and they are normally as well behaved as any kids who have been raised in church are.  Today somebody must have slipped them a Red Bull or a Monster though.  They were bouncing off the walls!  They were giggling about the announcement of a PPR meeting (PP hee hee).  They were talking and not sitting still.  At one point, out of nowhere, a flash fills the congregation.  I looked over and Wyatt had dug my camera out of my purse and turned it around to face him (which also faced the 10 rows behind us) and took a pic of himself.  Exhibit A...

Yeah...then I heard giggling behind us.  We have great people in our church that have "been there, done that" and giggle at my silly kiddos when I'm wanting to "jerk a knot in their tail."  After a prayer and a hymn, I saw another flash.  This time he got the hymnal...

Suffice it to say, the camera was jerked out of little hands and placed by mom for the remainder of the service.  If that wasn't crazy enough, this same child literally fell off the pew during the service.  He was lying down and wrapped up in his "prodigal son robe" and got tangled up and literally fell from the lying down position onto the floor.  My dad was sitting behind me and got so tickled that I thought he was going to have to leave.  Yeah. Yeah.  It's the Griffith Family Way of Life.