Monday, January 30th 2006
I am Home. And, more importantly, my hair is brushed.

Mike would just like for me to clear up the whole hairbrush thing. He claims he was unaware his brush choice would be the sole brush for the entire family. (Likely story, but whatever.)

Any guesses what song has been running through my head for the last 2 days? Here’s a hint:  Ss31

AND, I got to show off that I learned how to pick up an image and *poof* it somewhere else, which I did not know how to do before. Yea, me. Any song ideas?

Mike and I have lovely little Beginning of The Year Goal Talks each January. (Aren’t we such a fun couple? Are you just bored to tears at the thought of such a Talk? I actually look forward to them, and their Follow Ups. Yep, I am Fun Girl.)

We talk buisness goals and personal goals and I always get all stupid and shy when it’s my turn. I have no idea why, since Mike would be encouraging no matter what I said. But anyway, one of the personal goals this year was to make a conscious effort to strengthen our family. How? A weekend away as a family once a month. (I’ll pack the brush next time.) Games nights. And each weekend we’re supposed to do one new thing in town – a museum we haven’t seen yet or a play or something.

Can you tell Mike is Mr. Business? Despite the above paragraph, he usually isn’t so orderly about personal plans. But I think it will serve our family well this year.

Any ideas on the song? Come on, what Veggie Tales songs do YOU know?

I have this thing about public bathrooms. I HATE  them. So when we were on our way back, Mike said, "We’ll stop here." He pointed at a truck stop, and I gave him a questioning look which he interpreted perfectly. "It’s okay. I’ve been here before and the bathrooms are really nice." I was reassured. Content. This was the best the Open Road had to offer.

I was dumb. That was the naaastiest bathroom ever, complete with puddles on the floor around the toilets. Puddles. Eww. 

I had gone inside with Kim-11yr and we returned to the car where Mike and the 3 boys were. Mike saw me coming, eyes squinted half shut in scrutiny. Instant guilt played across his face.

"’Really nice’ bathrooms? Is THAT what you said?"

"Yeah, I think that’s what I said. It wasn’t nice?" He smiled at me, trying to charm, perhaps.

"Nooooo. Why would you say that?"
"I figure you knew I hadn’t ever gone in the women’s restroom and couldn’t possibly KNOW how nice it was… Right?" He had the nerve to look really proud of himself, despite that lame-o excuse for the outright LIE. He’s had too many roadtrip conversations with me where I wonder aloud how clean each eating establishment/gas station’s amenities might be before selecting one to try. I do mean, try. If I go in a place and it’s nasty there’s a good chance I’ll just come back out and say we need to try somewhere else. (Oh, how he haaates it when that’s the case!) And I almost annoy myself with it (no, not really) and I can totally understand why he’d want to avoid it. But I’m just a girl trying to avoid bathroom floor puddles, and that’s not such a bad thing to be, right?

The especially annoying part is that I think I fell for this (did you think I’d been IN the ladies room?!) once before, too. I must totally remember to ask more questions. And drink less water.


A couple of cute kids at a zoo, and my tangled hair. And I’m wearing Mike’s sweater because the little cutie on my shoulder had yarped on every other shirt I’d packed.

The photo that makes me think maybe the children were a little too far away at this point.


And the song that will now play in YOUR head for the next two days can be found here!


6 Comments on “I am Home. And, more importantly, my hair is brushed.”

January 30th, 2006
7:31 am

Oh WHERE is my HAIRBRUSH? I love those! Cheeseburger song, Saboo, Cookies for Santa…

January 30th, 2006
9:05 am

You know, it might not be such a bad idea to pack something kinda like those disposable surgical booties to slip on OVER your shoes when you go in a public restroom. What I hate is when my boys are soooo little that their little pee-pees literally rest on the edge of the filthy toiet to go potty. yech….!!!

Corina Bowen
January 30th, 2006
11:27 am

Aggg, I know exactly what you are talking about!! I can’t even stand bathrooms here at work!! Its not open to the public, but still YUCK!
(laughs) you have to admit he gotcha good! hehe I have a feeling you will even the score though! hehe

January 30th, 2006
12:35 pm

I share your hatred of public restrooms…share it I tell you! I wish we could be as organized as a family…it usually sounds like this…”what do you want to do tonight, honey??”…”I dunno, what do YOU want to do?”…”I don’t know, I asked YOU first!”…”MORIAH (daughter) What do YOU want to do?”…she never comes up with anything either. (ok, we’ll just sit here and stare at eachother all night)

Jennifer Tiszai
January 30th, 2006
10:19 pm

Eww, I’m with you on the nasty bathrooms.

I think you’ve got a bunch of great ideas for strengthing your family. I want to go!

February 1st, 2006
9:29 pm

Ewww. Puddles are NOT a good thing. That sounds like the kind of bathroom where I put about 10 layers of t.p. on the seat and even then I cringe as I sit down. yuck.

I LOVE the Hairbrush song! It’s my favorite VT song of all! Hubby and I will sometimes just spontaneously start singing that song for no reason. Of course, the words sometimes get changed a bit, but it’s still the same song. The scary part is when we try to hit the high note. Ouch!

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