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What's Your Opinion on Leggings

First, you must understand that I was a child of the 80s. Back then leggings were a way of life. I reached a point where leggings were pretty much the only pants I ever wore. They were fabulous. Life was good and I was happy. Why? Because leggings aren't really pants. They're jammies---soft, stretchy, comfy jammies that society pretends are pants. Ah the comfort. You could pull them on, cover up the top half of your body with a long sweater and then eat an entire two-crusted apple pie and still feel comfortable in them. You can't say that about your favorite pair of jeans.

I thought leggings would be in style forever. I held on as long as I could. But alas, I eventually gave them up. The last day I wore them was the day I was in Sam's Club and saw a middle-aged, heavy set woman sporting a really tight pair of slightly transparent white leggings without the requisite long shirt. It looked like she was smuggling out several large bags of Idaho spuds---in her pants. I kn…

Just freakin' take out the garbage already

Son: Why do boys have more muscles than girls?

Me: God gave boys more muscles because he wanted the boys/men to always take out the garbage. Always. No matter what. Even when the boys/men are sick, or busy, or out of town. Always.

Son: Then what did he give the girls?

Me: To the girls God gave the potential to create and bear other humans. And as a follow up to your initial question, to boys God gave the gift and yea, responsibility, to take out the garbage.

Pillow Talk

I've owned a total of two sleeping pillows my entire life. Well, actually three. I started my life with two pillows that I later had surgically conjoined, so I'm only counting them as one. I had that pillow for about 22 years. It was a good friend who saw me through childhood sleepovers, adolescence awkwardness, college fun and the first seven years of marriage. I had to replace it about 12 years ago. It was a sad day, and it was difficult to let go. The right time to say goodbye is often hard to determine. You don't want to let go too soon, when the pillow still has some comfortable sleeping nights left, but you also don't want to wait too long and make yourself and the pillow go through needless suffering. I think with pillow #1 I waited too long. But ah well, as the old saying goes, it's better to hang on to a pillow too tightly than to not hold on tightly enough. Or something like that. It sounds better in Chinese.

So anyway, the mercy-kill of pillow #1 led t…

I think my neck's getting too big

I was having a bad hair day yesterday, so I put my hair in a pony tail. That's when I discovered it; I think my neck has grown larger. Or it could be my jaw. Or possibly that area at the top of my back that isn't my neck and isn't my shoulders, but is somewhere between. Whichever--- something's larger, bulkier---just generally off it some way and it's not good, not good at all. I keep picturing myself morphing into the Incredible Hulk with his block head and large sinewy pyramid-shaped neck. I don't want that. All the lipstick and blush in the world won't detract from an Incredible Hulk neck!

If indeed my neck is bigger (which if it's not, then I suppose I'm going crazy---not sure which I'd prefer at this point), then there are three possible causes: A. weight lifting, B. my new haircut or C. a "natural" result of the aging process. If it's A or B, I'm okay, because that means it's reversible. If it's C, I'm not ok…

Where have I been?

I've been a blog-posting slacker these days. I am tempted to say that I've been too busy to post, because for some reason I feel that way. But really, I shouldn't be any busier than I was before. I can't think of anything significant that I've added to my life that would take a huge chunk of time out of my day. Hmmmm what could it be?

Come to think of it, I have been spending a lot of time lately thinking about baked goods. Maybe that's it. For some reason I can while away hours looking through recipes and drooling over pictures of food. There's something about Fall that makes me think about food. Actually, I'm thinking about it too much. It's that darn Internet! There's just so much awesome free food data out there---the photos, the articles, the recipes---I wonder if I need to talk to my Bishop about this?!?