to Lortab, or not to Lortab?

Yesterday morning, I awoke with extreme pain in my back. I went to the doctor, and was told that I have a small sprain/strain in some muscle somewhere in my back (woohoo). Nothing too serious, easily cured with some ice packs, rest, and muscles relaxers and Lortab.

Wait, what? Muscle relaxers AND Lortab?!? Holy crap!

So I took the meds. And I waited. I waited for the buzz, waited for the loopiness, waited to start acting like the sister in Sixteen Candles.

Nothing. I feel nothing different. Not even a little drowsy. And the best part? The pain is still there too.

What's the point?

for a duck may be somebody's mother

I love fireworks. And I love it when the fireworks are synced with music. For as long as I can remember, my sister Carrie and I have sung along with the song "Stars and Stripes Forever" by John Phillips Sousa on the 4th of July. Except we have always sung it a little different.

Until this year, we have always thought that this version of the song was well-known. But apparently, we were wrong.

Carrie asked her friends at BYU, and I asked Brandon, and no one had ever heard of it. But I knew we didn't make it up. We aren't THAT weird...

Sooooooo I googled it!

This song was originally recorded in the 1950s by a group called Homer and Jethro. Since then, it has appeared on many shows/movies, including Sesame Street and Tiny Toons, both of which are shows that Carrie and I watched.

See? We aren't nuts.

slap some glitter on me and call me a vampire!

Maybe it's my appreciation for young-adult fiction, or my love for the macabre, or maybe I can just relate because of my pasty whiteness, but I love the Twilight series.

Well, I love the books. The movies are fun because I love the books.

Here's my problem with the movies: Kristin Stewart and Rob Pattinson. Kristin looks like she's constipated and Rob looks like he's about to cry. All the time.

Plus, as much as I love the ever-so-cheesy, tortured-lovers-destined-to-be-together storyline, it's kinda laughable on film. Like the awkward moaning/kissing scene in New Moon. Oh jeez.

But, even though I have my qualms, this Saturday night you will find me in line at midnight to see Eclipse. And I will probably giggle, and maybe even sigh, more than once.

"mom, there's bugs in my hair"

The other day, I was doing this lady's hair who had brought her 3 daughters in also. About halfway through her blow-dry, some one came over and said, "Ma'am, is that your daughter over there in the green shirt?" It was. "Well, we can't do her hair; she has lice."

SICK.

Here's the thing, I know this happens. You don't have to be a dirty person to get lice. I remember my elementary school had several lice epidemics. But if you or your child happen to get lice (heaven forbid) don't even bother bringing them into a salon. There isn't a stylist in the world who would run the risk of getting those pesky critters all over their equipment, station, clothes, and themselves, just to give you a trim. We're just a school, and we make people leave, even halfway through a service, if we find lice.

Its suicide.

You better believe I sprayed down everything I own with heavy-duty disinfectant spray that day. Hospital strength, man.

this is serious.

Go here.

Follow the directions.

Now.

You will not be sorry.

Ok, ok, I know I've talked about this before. But it's really important. I really care alot about this. Please, for your own sake, do it!

Yesterday I bought the movie Thumbelina. This one:

You know, where the chickens sing "thumbelinaaaaaaaa" and Charro is a frog:

Yeah, that one.

Im totally excited.

i'm gonna wash that tile right outa my hair...

last night, as I relaxed in the shower, the unthinkable happened. The shower fell apart. The soapdish and some tile just crumbled and fell off the wall to reveal a stinky, moldy piece of what seems to be cardboard behind it.

gross.

(PS who wants to watch South Pacific now?)