Loving this...

So, awhile back the hanger fell off the back of a frame that holds a print of my favorite painting, Georgia O'Keeffe's "grey line with black, blue and yellow" - you know, the one that looks like a vagina. The frame itself was rather expensive so I really didn't want to replace it. What's a girl to do? Well, you head over to Home Depot, that's what you do. After perusing the possible solutions I stumbled on this fabulous little french cleat hanger by OOK/Hangman Products


This product ROCKS! Completely easy to use - it even has a removable bubble-level so you don't have to nail 700 holes into the wall just to get the picture to hang straight. The cost was about $8. They come in a variety of sizes depending on the weight of the item you are trying to hang.

Well worth the $8 price tag.

Random Thoughts

Is it really necessary to put instructions on a package of maxi-pads?

Motherhood Is Not For Pussies

Me (at work): This is Lauren.

Robbie (17): Mom?

Me: Yes?

Robbie: How old do you have to be to get a tattoo?

Me: Excuse me?

Robbie: A tattoo? How old do you have to be?

Me: You're not getting a tattoo so, I guess, ummm, 37.

Robbie: But mom, some of my friends have them.

Me (resisting the urge to say "well, if all your friends were to jump off a bridge...yada yada): No.

Robbie: Even if it is a meaningful tattoo?

Me: Define "meaningful".

Robbie: Mommmm...pleeeeeease! I wanna a tattoo!

Me: No.

*dramatic pause*

Robbie: Fine. Can I get my tongue pierced?

Me: No. Goodbye Robbie.

Robbie: But Mom! Wait!!

*CLICK*

I can do it! I can do it! Uh...no I can't.

Cooper - good dog, bad leaper.

Eggs....over easy

So, I'm ovulating. As I speak (or type as it were). Each month, when I feel the familiar twinges I can't help but think to myself, well that's one more egg down the drain. A couple of years ago Shelby and I attempted to get pregnant via AI. We did medicated IUI's but, after 6 attempts, we gave up. I regret that. It should have worked. My eggs were good. My fsh levels were great. My uterine lining was perfect each time they looked at it. My tubes were open. I had two sucessful pregnancies in the past. All of these things add up to a perfectly fertile woman. But it didn't work. I terribly want to experience pregnancy one more time. I just feel like I'm not done. Shelby is done - she does not want to go through the AI again. She hates the heartbreak that goes along with each failed attempt. I get it. I do. I just wish I could get her to change her mind. Maybe...one day.

But, right now, I am ovulating. In two weeks my period will start. And I will be that much closer to the time when it will all stop. Then it will be too late. All over. That makes me sad.

Jesse, Jesse, Jesse....

Cut his nuts off?? For real? That's just...well...odd, actually.

This old man...

So, last night Shelby and I decided to participate in a counter-protest. This is not something that we typically do. However, a local hate group (under the guise of a "religious group") protests gay rights every Thursday night. Being the good homosexuals that we are, we felt that we should get out there and protest the protestors! Things were going really well....both sides were being civil to one another, "hellos" and "how are you?" were exchanged as each person made their way to their respective side of the street. We grabbed a couple of signs that the counter-protest organizers had made and held them up facing the busy intersection.

Fairly quickly we began receiving honks and yells of support. Thumbs up and peace signs were flashed out car windows. Honestly, I got warm fuzzies from it all. It was fabulous!!

Then this happened....

Yep. That's a man (bum?) standing in a puddle of his own urine....after having relieved himself on a lovely old church...in broad daylight....on a VERY busy street.

I'm still laughing about this.

So then, on the way home, we were driving along - it's dark - and what lumbers across the road in front of me? A bear. A BIG black bear. I miss hiting it (thank God) and we travel on. No more than 3 minutes later a red fox runs out into the road. Because of my fantastic driving abilities we miss hitting the critter. Approximately 2 minutes later - yeah, I know, this is getting silly. Believe me, we thought the same thing - a skunk runs out in front of me. Didn't hit it THANK GODDDDDD!!!

Yeah, it was an interesting evening.