My New Must Have

This is a genius idea started by my very own Mojito and another amazing woman who I will call Shaw.  Together they are changing the world of accessories in a most clever way.  This is seriously worth checking out.  And because I am sitting here wiping tears due to the fact that I will be 6 long hours away from the action during the totally rad Miss Plunkett Grand Opening, I'm doing my part to spread the word.  Hopefully Ms. Mojito & General Shaw don't mind.  And if they do, maybe they'll forgive me if this shout out gets Miss Plunkett some sales.  So if you're anywhere near Southern Utah tomorrow night....be there or be square.  And if you're much like myself and far far away, check out the website and pick out your favs.  Some of you will be getting these treasures from me for Christmas.  After all, this loveliness is the new "must have".  Enjoy!

Dew Diaries 3

Sunday

No Dew today.  (clap, clap, clap)  Well done, Me.

Monday

Went and picked apples with Sister and Mom.  I love that at 30 I still feel young enough to climb trees and reach for those big juicy apples that are out of my reach.  So fun and luckily there was no falling.  As we picked apples I declared that I was off of pop.  No more soda for me.  Sister says I'm crazy.  Either way, I stuck to my guns even when Mom and Sister made plans to hit Sonic for an ice cold drink.  Yeah, Me.  Another Dewless day under my belt.

Tuesday

After breakfast I got most of the kids off to school.  Hall Monitor and I went up to the University to meet with a team of therapists to discuss her bad and extremely finicky eating habits.  Ranger came along with us and watched and listened nearly bored out of his mind.  It was a great meeting and we learned and accomplished a lot.  Hall Monitor was very proud of herself and tasted turkey and Mac 'n Cheese for the first time.  We were all so proud.  On our way home from the University we stopped at a grocery store to buy something new for Ms. Hall Monitor to try for lunch.  After making our rounds up and down the grocery aisles we found ourselves at the ever so common dead end of, "I'm not ready to try that.  But look!  The Doritos are on sale!"  So frustrating for me as a parent.  How do people manage?  After so much progress I just wanna scream.  But no, I will refrain.  I'll find another way to cope. 

Oops!  How did this large Mt. Dew end up in my hand?  Why is it following me to my car and getting all cozy in my cup holder?  Crazy!  Oh well.  Delicious non the less.  And since I pride myself on not being wasteful.....

Wednesday

Woke up with good intentions of sticking to my Crystal Light.  It's good stuff and can't be nearly as bad for me as soda.  Now I've just gotta get some chores done.  My girlfriend, Crystal, can help me through.  That's what friends are for, right?  Oh wait.  Chore #1.....Pay bills.  Oh well.  It's all good.  That's why Bill Pay is so magical.  What the....?  Things aren't balancing quite like I had planned!!!  Not good!  Not good at all!  WTH, Bill Pay!  You're obviously not magical enough to fix my problem.  Ba-bye!  And as for you, Crystal, don't let the door hit ya in the butt.  I feel my Stress-O-Meter rising.  Healthy just aint cuttin' it.  These crazy economic times are hard on the wallet and even harder on the Dew-diction.  Maybe tomorrow.

PS--Whoever's idea it was to fill the punch bowl with Halloween candy, know that you're seriously contributing to my problem.  Thanks for nuthin'.

Homecoming

Homecoming was a big time when I was in high school.  The dance, football game, etc.  However, my first Homecoming was nothing short of awkward.

I was a Sophomore.  I got asked to the Homecoming Dance by a guy who was a Junior.  He was nice.  Very shy.  I had never had a conversation with him before and still to this day have no idea why he asked me out.  But it was my first date so I was excited.  Besides, Homecoming meant I got to get all dressed up in a pretty dress with fancy hair and jewelry.  What girl doesn't wanna do that?   

My date picked me up sometime that Saturday afternoon.  We went swimming at a local hot springs.  I wore my best swimsuit and rocked that forest green gingham one-piece like it was nobody's business.  My date and I chilled in the pool with the other couples we were with.  As our little posse hopped out of the pool and headed for the water slide my date and I tagged along.  Within 10 steps of leaving the pool....WHAM!  I was down!  WTH?  Did I just fall flat on my back in a forest green checkered swimsuit on my first date?  Whatevs.  I bounced up quickly and acted cool.  I'm sure nobody noticed.  Ummmm...DUH!  How do you hide that?  Either way, the water slide was calling.

After returning home from swimming I cleaned up and got ready for the dance that night.  I wore my sister's hand-me-down forest green velvet dress.  (It seems as if forest green was a theme here.)  I curled my hair and did it up.  By the time my date arrived I was ready to roll.  From my house we went to dinner where I ordered a steak.  I was sure that my date would appreciate that I was a good eater.  I wasn't one of those "anorexic salad girls".  But to my disappointment my steak was still mooing when they brough it to me.  Being too shy to speak up and send it back to be cooked, I picked around it and ate what I could.  When we were finished eating we headed for the dance at our high school.  My date didn't talk much.  Neither did I.  Awkward.

From the dance, my date and I, along with the other couples we were with, went to someone's house to watch a movie.  Oddly enough this was my least favorite part of the date.  I had just eaten a steak.  I had just eaten vegetables.  I had just downed a soda.  I had just danced for an hour.  My stomach was digesting in a very loud and un-lady-like manner.  My forest green dress was tight.  How do I watch and enjoy this movie?  I was surrounded by people I didn't know and a date that didn't speak and all I really cared about was how hard I had to concentrate to not fart.   

Several days after the dance I heard that my Homecoming date had felt much the same as I had.  Apparently he hadn't had a very good time.  I don't know why.  I entertained him with comedy at the swimming pool.  Then I wasted a good $13 worth of steak at dinner.  And then I flattered him with conversation for the remainder of the night. 

Happy Homecoming!  These moments in time are exciting, horrible, and life altering.  I haven't been able to look at forest green gingham since that splendid Homecoming that was my first.