We took the Youth to see Pink Panther 2, and while we waited for it to start, we did some window shopping. This wineglass should clearly be mine, don’t you think?

Here is Drama taking a picture of me taking pictures. Yes, with sound effects. It was hilarious.

And so, I looked at my phone on this day and saw that Diva had taken some self portraits. A chip off the old blockette, I guess.

January thirtieth found me back at the movies, this time for Underworld: Rise of the Lycans. All day. I tell ya, I do love a movie, but it gets a little boring to see the same one six times.

In a row.

Six times.

Anyway, Guitar Guy had dropped off his daughter for the last show, and as we were leaving, we saw this young man playing in the lobby. We thought Guitar Guy would think it was funny, so I asked if I could take his picture and post it on the internet.

And thus a nameless stranger has become part of my Project 365. Never mind that he really does have a name and probably isn’t a bit stranger than I am.

Tonight began the craziest season of the year. Football/Cheer has intersected with Boy Scouts, and so I will be in two places at once every Monday night until Cheer season ends. I know this is an impossible feat for most people, but I almost achieved in last year, and this year, I’ve had practice. I can do this. You can help. Think hard, like kids do about Tinkerbell, and then she lives. See? I’m a movie now. In two places. Does that make me split screened? or 3-D? Does my husband need red and green glasses? And most importantly, does the camera really add ten pounds to my butt?

I will be so happy when Friday evening gets here! I have a hot date with my main gal pal. And by that, I mean my hairdresser. We have had to reschedule several times, and the appointment I have on Friday was originally slated for July 26th. A month plus, people. My hair is no longer growing down, it is growing out. Bigger and Bigger and Bigger. And while I do like big hair, I think I have reached the point where I am walking around with constant Victory Hair. You know, the kind of hair you have after a really hot date with your personal Fabio. And hopefully Fabio is your husband’s name, if you know what I mean.

Most ladies get that under control before they go out in public, but there is no serum, wax, or gel on the planet under my sink that can deal with this, and it must go. Friday. At 5pm. Gone. Of course, the process of getting more victory hair will start as soon as I get out of the chair, because there is only one step in my victory hair process, and it will continue even after I die, because! Your hair grows after death! Should I sign up for a posthumous in haircut, do you think? No?

For those of you who take a more traditional path to victory hair, and who remember the dating game, and who need a giggle this morning, I have enclosed a little widget for the “Ultimate Flirting Championship”. It is kinda fun to play in that if you like and occasional blast from the past. I won, FTR.

The Ultimate Flirting Championship is put out by Extreme Style by VO5, and it has served it’s purpose with me. I’ll be looking for the line of products the next time I but styling aids. When my hair is actually almost controllable. Friday. Around 6pm. Possibly 7, given the current state of my head. I want to try the curling mousse for sure!

Oh, how I wish I had a picture to accompany this post! Alas, I do not normally drive around holding my camera in my hand. Occasionally, yes, but only if I know I will see something worth photographing. Late last week as I was driving the kids to practice, I got caught totally off guard by a sight that made me ask for a fork so I could poke out my own eyes. Fortunately, my children reminded me that the image was already singed into my brain, and poking out my eyes would do nothing to change that, so I can still see.

I saw a man. A full grown man. And his pants. His pants were so low that his belt was wrapped tightly around his upper thighs. He was wearing one of those wife beater tanks, and it was taut over his buttockal region. It was not pretty, people. It was just….scary, in a point-your-fingers-and-cross-your-eyes-and-clutch-your-gut-laughing kind of way. Seriously. The man was literally HOBBLED by his thigh squeezing belt.

Wouldn’t it just be easier to buy clothes that fit?

Yep, that’s exactly what I did. I just didn’t post. I did stay busy, though. I finished washing all the walls in my bedroom, and today, I went through and re-organized my closet and dresser. It feels so good to be able to reach everything, and it will make getting dressed so much easier! Here’s what the closet looks like now, or at least the part I can get a picture of:

Also, I am admitting publicly that this is not even half my shoes. Just to be clear. In fact, I have a funny shoe story to relate. Sunday before last, we had a youth outing for out church youth group. I wore my red heels (you saw them: one red, one black). The other leader of the youth said something about wanting some new car. He called it by name, of course, but umm, I don’t remember which one he said, only that it was a spendy kind. I just looked at him and told him I wanted new shoes. Well, he looked at my feet and said he had wondered why I wore those shoes, and I had to explain to him that I meant new shoes IN ADDITION to the ones I was wearing, not as a REPLACEMENT for them. ROFL!

I do love me some shoes! And so does at least one of my daughters. Who has my same shoe size. I may have to invest in self inking stamps here directly to keep her off my mess. Really, how often can a woman be forced to say “Remove thine foot from mine shoon” without getting a little bit hostile? Yeah, way less than I have had to say it over my red and pink ho-heels, that’s for sure!

But I guess I have digressed pretty far from the closet thing, haven’t I? Do you think I should head over to Vista Print and order some custom business cards? They could have that picture up there, and CLOSET ORGANIZER in capital letters.

Oh no way! I just popped over for giggles, and they now offer websites and magnets and other based on cards you have ordered in the past. Wicked cool! That is slick!