Friday, April 25, 2008

New hair - what a waste!

Well, I finally got my new hair and took it to Jon Davis in Austin to get it cleaned and styled. this is my current and all time favorite hair:

I bought these on the internet and knew I was taking a serious chance that the colors would not be what they looked like online and I was right – they look NOTHING like the pics online.
The bad news? I don’t like the darker haired version of my current wig (The short one) and I HATE the long one!

I don’t know if it’s the color or what, but I think they both make my face look harsh and older. I MAY be willing to wear the shorter one if I have to – say because my favorite is being cleaned, but I think the long one is a total loss - $150 down the drain.

I did get to go out in Austin but did not enjoy myself. While waiting at Salon Muse to get my hair done, I got multiple calls from my wife telling me that there were Tornados in the area and a warning was in effect for our town (meaning one was spotted close by). That was an hour away, so no way I could get home in time to be with her IF something DID happen. She told me she was fine just stay in Austin so I did. Worrying about it put a pretty big damper on the evening though. One of the Tgirls I had hoped to meet could not make it after all. Rifka, of the TACT organization in Austin was going to come by too, but when the weather got bad she made the wise choice to stay at home. So, bad weather + wife scared + all by myself = Bored and not having fun. Went to the hotel, washed up, and drove home to be with the family.

I think I’m gonna go drown my sorrows – by shopping. See ya.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Second day in Huntsville Alabama

OK, so my second day in Huntsville Alabama was not as exciting as my tip there (Thank Goodness). I’m gonna guess that there are not a lot of crossdressers in the area ‘cause almost everyone I met seemed stunned. In fact, I think the only person I interacted with that didn’t seem shocked was the fella that signed me in to the hotel the night before. He showed no surprise at all. Every one else I interacted with in Huntsville acted stunned, like they had just put their finger in a light socket.

Got the job done and am back to the hotel getting cleaned up by 1PM, and headed out shopping at about 230! I’ve had enough pushing the envelope for a while and so wore one of my favorite long skirts.

As I exited the hotel, one of the cleaning staff was sitting cross legged outside on the sidewalk smoking. She gave me a great big smile and said hello, so I returned the greeting. As usual, as soon as I started talking I saw “the look” indicating she had just realized I was male. I gave her a smile and told her “beautiful day out here huh? Now all you need is a beer and a guitar and you would have it made!” She laughed and agreed and I walked on to the car, and headed to the mall!

Had a pleasant day shopping – found a red top on sale in Dillards that I bought for about $10, and a couple of blouses for my wife.It sort of bummed me out though. Either I’m being overly sensitive or I am not passing at all. It seems that I was getting “the look” long before I got close to people or opened my mouth. I guess I have been wearing rose colored glasses ‘cause I look in the mirror and think I’m doing well and can pass, at least from a distance. The problem is I’ve got enough experience these days that I can recognize when people have made me. I’ll walk in next to a number of other people and the SA’s will offer to help them and utterly ignore me. Those that didn’t ignore me blushed and looked embarrassed as they asked if the could be of assistance. Oh well . . .
So, had a fair day of shopping, returned to the hotel and put my cute pink pumps on again, and then went to dinner at the Red Lobster. The place is PACKED and there are a lot of people waiting outside. There were three or four teenagers sitting on the bench outside the door and one of the girls looks at me and says “I LOVE your shoes! They are SO cute!”. I grinned and told her “Thank you! They ARE really cute aren’t they?” I swear I’m not exaggerating - as soon as I opened my mouth, the young ladies eyes visibly widened, and her mouth hung open, along with those of two or three of the other kids. They all stopped talking and watched me walk into the restaurant with eyes wide and open mouths. The hostess looked at me, got a huge grin on her face, and then asked me “how many?” Once again I had said nothing but had not passed. Shortly after the waitress took my order, I looked toward the kitchen . . . to see my waitress and two others staring at me with huge smiles on their faces. Took my time and enjoyed dinner, but my heart just wasn’t in it anymore. Went back to the hotel, washed up, and headed for “The Ultimate Karaoke Bar” in boy mode. I’m afraid the name didn’t match the reality. The place was so empty that while I was reviewing the song book the bartender came over and told me that management had told her to close up for the night. So I was in the hotel packing by 930PM and in bed by 1030.

Monday, April 14, 2008

Kimberly Racks up some frequent Flyer Miles / Shoe Shopping with the Wife

Got home from Indianapolis Saturday evening just in time to read my little critter a bed time story and snuggle with her for a few moments. It’s funny, I can be so exhausted and tired that I feel empty inside sometimes, but just a few moments hugging that little critter makes me start to feel human again.

Sunday was a mixed blessings day, but predominantly positive I think!
The down side – Gotta be on a plane first thing in the morning and so had to spend a good deal of time washing clothes to be prepared.
The good side – My wife and I went shoe shopping together to DSW Shoe Warehouse!
No, my wife has little to no interest in going anywhere with me dressed, so I was drab. A LONG time ago I got fed up with playing games when I go shopping so I pretty attack the place looking for shoes I liked! Not to be outdone, my wife headed off with admirable zeal herself! Cheeky woman! Imagine the nerve of her cutting into MY shoe budget! (ha ha ha) Found a pair of pink pumps I REALLY liked (shown in the pictures below), a pair of red pumps I really like but that didn't fit, and a pair of white shoes with 5 inch heels that I know I will never wear anywhere, but hey, they were cute and $90 shoes on sale for $17.
Get back to the house and find a couple of significant emails waiting for me.
One from an On-line Acquaintance living in the area of Huntsville AL. We had agreed to meet but he is on a tight schedule as he has to drive about six hours away tonight for his job.
The next email was from Delta telling me that they had approved my free upgrade to first class. It was at this point my brain started putting it all together:
- Meeting with friend in peril because he’s gotta head out for his trip and I will need about three hours to get my luggage and rental car, find the hotel, and then get dressed.
- The customer refused to see me Monday afternoon and insisted on Tuesday morning so my entire day was devoted to just getting to Alabama
- The airline had just upgraded me to first class where they treat you very nicely.
My heart started to pound as I said to myself “Self,” I said, “I think it’s time to let Kimberly take a flight!” The urge to try this has been killing me for a year or so and it just wasn’t gonna get any better than this! Early flight so I can be out of the house before my daughter wakes up, don’t have to see the customer that day, and I’ve got an upgrade to first class! My wife, in her usual show of confidence and support told me I was (and I quote) “Stark, raving, mad, and nucking futs”. Bolstered by her show of solidarity and support, I started making plans to deal with the worse case scenario. I packed a small carry on with one change of guy clothes, a wash cloth, and a bar of soap. I figure if they wont let me board the plane, I can run for the mens room, wash it all off, put on my boy clothes (YUCK) and THEN head out. Figure odds are real far against it coming to this, but still have that NCO trait where you always at least try to be prepared. I am so excited and nervous that I am literally going around in circles and getting nothing done. Lets see, what do I have to leave out for making up my face in the AM? Do I have the little baggie for carrying on lipstick and foundation? Did I pack the right stuff in my carry on? What time have I got to get up to get ready and get to the airport early enough that I can clean up and go male if I have to? What if they wont let me board?! What if this, what if that, what if . . . and right about there my brain just locked up.
So I take a break and read the critter a night time story “Five Little Monkeys Jumping on the Bed” and taught her how to spell “and”, “on”, and “bed”. I got to bed around 10PM with my heart pounding I was so excited at the idea of flying. Finally get to sleep and woke up at 2:30AM – ten minutes before my alarm went off.

You know it’s a lot of fun dragging a 50Lb tool box, a 30 Lb large suitcase, purse, and a carry on bag while wearing a floaty skirt and heels . . . NOT! Head off on the 40 minute drive to the airport still scared to death that it’s going to go badly. I take back/Farm roads to get to the airport and am therefore a little surprised when my radar detector starts going off. I make sure I’m doing the speed limit WAY before the detector says I’m close to him. Finally see him parked off on a side road with all his lights off but I don’t worry about it as I am doing the speed limit. That is, I didn’t worry about it until he turned on his headlights and got on the road behind me. Funny, even knowing that I’ve done nothing wrong, I’m still nervous when he follows me for a few miles. At last he turns off and I continue to the airport. I usually park in the “Close In” parking lot cause the shuttle service sucks and the this lot is close enough to walk. I’m grinning like an idiot walking to the terminal in my cute pumps and flirty skirt – dragging 100 lbs of baggage.

Delta gave me no hassle what so ever, not a comment, not a look.Got to security where they compare your ID to your Ticket and the gentleman takes both, looks at them, looks at me, looks at them, looks at me, and then slowly starts to hand my license back to me. As I reach for it, he pulls it back away from me! It goes without saying that I’m nervous through all of this, so I react with humor.
“So, is this gonna be a problem?” I sort of laugh as I ask him. I say “sort of” laugh because I really am nervous as hell.
“Nope,” he says with a smile, “no problem at all!”, and this time hands the license and ticket both to me with a smile. Still not sure if he was screwing with me or not.

Get to the x-ray machine, pull my laptop out of the bag, pull my baggie with my makeup out, and then once again grin like an idiot as I take my cute pumps off and put them in the box too!
After walking through the metal detector (which thankfully did NOT go off) yet another TSA official takes my ticket. He looks at it and starts to hand it back to me while saying “Have a nice flight Matthew”, when HE pulls the damn thing back away from me like the other guy had done with my license. He grins from ear to ear, and quietly says “Matthew? Where is this Matthew?” Then quietly and with a very kind voice he says “You have a great flight Matthew” and then hands me my ticket back. You know, I might be nuts, but I think he was flirting with me.

My gate is number six but I stop at number five because its empty (hardly surprising at 5AM) and I get into my carry on for my bangles and bracelet. Just get them on and am trying to mate my camera to the tiny tripod I now carry with me so I can take some pics for my blog when I hear the intercom from gate 6.
“Matthew <INSERT LAST NAME HERE>, please report to the Delta ticket counter at gate 6!” Holy Smokes! Remember I got here REAL early just in case I had to clean up and go boy mode, so my flight isn’t scheduled to leave for more than two hours. What can they possibly be paging me for? I’m thinking this can’t be good, they must be about to tell me they can’t allow me on the plane or something. Toss my stuff back in my bag and go to the ticket counter, trying not to be too obvious as I look to see if there is anyone I know in the gate area that would have seen the crossdresser answer a page for “Matthew XXXX” Don’t see anyone I know so all's good. I am informed that since I am there so early, they can get me on the earlier flight and get me into Alabama by 930AM instead of 1PM!
“Sure! I’ll take it!”, he prints me out a ticket for Austin and a “Seat Request” for Atlanta. Oh Goody, this means I get to go to the ticket counter in Atlanta and have a little face to face time with yet someone else! You might recall that I’ve always been honest about passing – I think I pass well enough from two or three feet away, but as soon as I have to speak to someone it’s one clue too many, so I am not fond of the idea.

Soon it comes time to board and it is at this point that I notice that I am literally in the first seat of the airplane. Everyone boarding is gonna walk right past yours truly.
“That’s all right,” I think to myself, “I can deal with it” . . . and I did.
The flight attendants were just darlings. Two ladies I’d guestimate in their early 50’s, and they both went out of their way to chat with me. One of them told me she loved my skirt and I laughed and told her she better BACK away from it, ‘cause it’s one of my all time favorites! She laughed and continued to chat with me for some time.

At last the plane is loaded, the door is closed, and Kimberly is about to earn her first frequent flyer mile . . . except it didn’t happen that way. The pilot comes over the intercom and tells us there is some sort of engine problem, they can’t tell if it is the engine or a sensor, and will have to ask us to de-plane! While I’m grabbing my carry on out of the over head, the clearly “no nonsense” “Senior Director” type guy sitting across from me is just giving me the bored stare that you give something that is clearly beneath you, like a slug or a worm you just found on your shoe.
“Hmmpph,” I thought to myself, “I don’t like YOU either. Besides, the cute flight attendants thought I was worth talking to and they ignored you, so there!” 
Get back off the plane and return to the gate area where I start to consider what I’m going to look like if this goes south and I’m stuck in airports for 16 hours. Fortunately it didn’t come to that, and we had a new plane and were boarded in about an hour. Once again as I boarded the plane the attendant went out of her way to BS with me, and once again the guy across from me stared down his nose while I put my carry on back up in the over head. By this time I was over the worst of my nerves and started to imagine just how high he would jump of I faked a lunge at him while shouting “BOO” as loudly as possible. Figured that would probably get my happy a$$ chucked off the plane so I just smiled and took my seat.

Landed it Atlanta at 10AM, which was just really amusing since my next flight had left at 940AM – 20 minutes ago. Got rebooked on a later flight and had two hours to kill so I took a seat and painted my nails. You might recall the night before was pretty hectic for me what with the shoe shopping, doing the household laundry, putting critter to bed, packing, and running around in circles, so I had not had the chance to do them the night before.

Arrive in Alabama, get rental car, and check in at the hotel with no more excitement. (Thank Goodness!) Got some real amusing looks from some of the cleaning staff but nothing is said. Took the camera out to the parking lot to get some outside pics. While I was setting the timer to take a pic, I saw a movement and looked up at the hotel to see three of the hotel staff peeking out the window watching me. I smiled and waved – no one waved back, they just left the window.

Got a call from the desk clerk at the lobby – it’s the guy I was gonna meet.
The clerk say “There’s a customer here that would like to talk to you?” and he puts the question on the end of it.
“A customer? You mean I’ve offended or pissed someone off already?” I said.
“No no no, I didn’t mean customer, I mean you have a guest!”
“Phew! That’s good then, please put him on!”
He’s got one of those jobs where it really would be remarkably bad if they had any idea he might crossdress, or if he was seen with a crossdresser, so I invited him to the room instead of meeting him in the lobby. I can’t say much about him because I am not sure what he would be comfortable with my sharing, so best not to share much. Suffice it to say, we talked about an hour and I liked him. He was a very nice, polite, and chivalrous gentleman who even opened the doors for me! 
When it came time for him to leave, I was starving and was gonna go get something to eat, so we walked out together. As I opened the door I see one of the staff about three feet away and I’d swear he’s blushing. It’s then that I figure out what this might look like to someone. Let’s see:
- Tgirl checks into hotel.
- Shortly after, gentleman visits
- An hour after arriving gentleman leaves
“Ah shit!”, I’m thinking to myself, “I bet I just shot my good girl reputation all to hell!”

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Think I'm Gonna Fly Fem!

Tomorrow I am off to Huntsville Alabama. I've been there once before I think, but not often enough to be familiar with the place.
I think I'm gonna do something crazy! All day tomorrow is a travel day for me - I don't have to see my customer. Add to that the fact that I already have confirmation from Delta that they have given me an upgrade to First Class, and I believe I am going to try and fly dressed!
The good news:
- IF I can keep the courage up to do it, this means I'm gonna be having a ball all day! No more feeling jealous about the girls wearing pretty outfits while I have to wear (gasp) guy clothes.
- I'm SO scared/excited I doubt I'll sleep tonight!
The bad news:
- I will have to get up before 3AM to get ready and make the drive in time to catch the flight
- Don't know how well my makeup and I are going to hold up to a long day traveling. I might look terrible by the time I get there.
- I'm SO scared/excited I doubt I'll sleep tonight! (Yes, I know I put this in the Good AND Bad news section 'cause that's the way I feel about it).
- What if they WONT let me through security? How much fun would it be to go in the Mens room to wash it all off and change? That would be AWFUL!
OMG - The thought is so scary I don't know if I've got the guts to do it or not. It would be so cool if I find that the Austin Airport gives me no hassles. If that's the case, I can see a lot of Frequent Flier miles in Kim's future. Keep your fingers crossed that I can keep the courage up and that the TSA and Airline will be cool about it. And man would I hate to have to return to my blog and post about how I chickened out! :-)

Friday, April 11, 2008


In Indianapolis again! It’s gotten to the point where I know Indy better than Austin ‘cause I spend more time here! This time I got to jam with Kara again – weeeeeeeeeeee!!!

You might remember I blogged about her before that she is by far the best musician and performer I have ever personally met. The night I got to Indy, I arrived much later than I usually do. The lady that sets up my travel was trying to be nice so that I wouldn’t have to get up at 3AM for an early morning flight, so she set me up with a flight that left late AM. Grrrrrr!! So I got there later than I liked and then had to jump out my backside to get ready in time to meet Kara. Now that I have got over my phobia of wearing short skirts (ha ha ha) this purple outfit is becoming one of my favorites!

I got almost all ready when I get a call from Kara warning me that she is not gonna dress up. To hell with that, I shaved my face raw and am already made up, she can do what she likes but I was going dressed! I headed out of my hotel, walking through the lobby to my car when this gorgeous young lady behind the counter gives me a genuine smile and says “Hey, welcome back! Going out?” I chatted a little with her, not much because I’m a little nervous. Would you believe that after all this time I still get nervous sometimes? The young ladies that work at the Holiday Inn have always been very nice and friendly to me. Most people will treat you politely but you can tell they are doing it because it’s their job – not these ladies. They are honestly and genuinely friendly and the simple fact that they took the time to say something to me sort of made my day!

So we met at Kara’s Hotel and jammed in her room for a few hours. On Kara’s last trip to Indy, she and Gina had gone to a “straight” club and met a neat GG (Genetic Girl – AKA a “real” woman) there that seemed to hit it off with them. Well, Kara had invited her to come to our little jam session so we all three had a lot of fun. I wont say much about her because I’m not sure what she would be comfortable with my sharing, but she was a neat person and I enjoyed chatting with her. Stayed out until 2AM – something I usually don’t do on a work night so the next morning was miserable!

The next night, I headed outta the hotel to meet Kara and our new friend for dinner at our usual favorite – English Ivy. Kara once again waited until I was almost done to call and say she was not gonna get dressed up. Oh well, her loss, no way I was washing it all off after I had worked so hard to get ready!  I love this skirt – it is like the ultimate in “girly”.

Once again on the way out of the hotel lobby, the beautiful young ladies went out of their way to chat a little. I LOVE meeting people like them – people that aren’t afraid to talk to “the crossdresser”. It gives me hope that the media has not succeeded in convincing everyone that we are freaks to be avoided and shunned. Had a great dinner as always and then headed to a local bar called “Illusions”. Gina had tried to take me there a few times before, but each time the place was empty. I don’t mean only a few people there, I mean empty of all except the bartender. We figured if it was empty again, we could haul the guitars in and jam some more. Well, the place was NOT empty and they had the Jukebox playing a bunch of stuff we didn’t care for, so we only had a drink or two and then I called it a night at about 1130PM.
Third night – I’m TIRED! Two nights of staying out late has sort of taken its toll on me. I used to be able to hang like that but these days I’m too damned old and it catches up to me. Walking up the stairwell in the hotel, I couldn’t help but notice that it made a great reverb chamber, so I grabbed my guitar, took it to the stairwell, and probably irritated the hell outta at least a dozen people with rooms close to the stairs by playing for about an hour!
Called Kara to tell her I was probably not going out at all tonight and she convinced me to go anyway. “Fine damn it, but this time I’M not dressing up!” Met her at Illusions again because they do Karaoke on Thursday nights. I was pretty sure it was gonna be a bad time when I walked in . . . and was delighted to find out I was wrong and we had a ball! The Karaoke was awesome with some truly astounding singers in the crowd, I mean chills up and down your spine singing. Unlike the Metro where I usually do Karaoke when I’m here, you can find a table and a seat, and you will get the chance to sing several times. Kara did a couple of Frank Sinatra songs, and I swear, if you closed your eyes you wouldn’t know it wasn’t Frank singing.

My last day in Indy was a short work day, I was done at about 1PM. With an entire afternoon free, I got dressed up and went shopping! Once again the ladies at the Holiday Inn took time to chat with me on the way out and I was still thinking about how neat that was when I walked by a chocolate store. “hmmm”, I thought, “maybe I can give THEM a smile!” and so I bought a box of chocolates.

I LOVE my new shoes but they are NOT going to help me keep a low profile and are hardly “mall walking” shoes, so I start raiding all of the shoe stores looking for some just like them but with shorter heels. Would you believe I couldn’t find any? It seems there are no happy mediums – it’s either old lady 1 inch heels, standard three inch pumps, or really cute 4 inch heels. Well to heck with it, I love them, and so will just deal with it if they draw attention.

I continue shopping when I see this stunning woman walking along, very well dressed, and wearing heels every bit of 4 inches. We traded eye contact and I was kind of set back a step. You should have seen the look of confidence in her eyes. She was awesome, she knew she was awesome, and she owned the world. Here I felt a bit awkward in my heels, and this young lady literally exuded confidence while she strutted in hers. SHE wasn’t making any excuses, or trying not to draw attention. She was wearing killer shoes and clearly didn’t give a damn what anyone else thought about! She inspired me and so I stopped looking for shoes and stopped worrying about what attention they might be attracting! Dang it, I love em, their gorgous, and I would walk every bit as proud as she did! OK, I tried to have that much confidence. Let’s face it, she was young and hot, and I’m old and not. Lol
Came back to the hotel and found the lobby area PACKED with young people, with folks standing around outside the door. I got more than one or two looks on the way in and tried to remember the example of the woman at the mall that had walked so proud and confidently as I walked past them. Stopped at the counter and gave my favorite ladies the box of chocolates. They both looked a bit surprised so I tried to put a lot of confused thoughts into a few words and told them that a lot of people are polite, but few are genuinely friendly as they had been. I felt a bit awkward with so many people standing around and sort of rushed to the elevator.
On the way to dinner, I stopped and asked the ladies if they would mind my taking their picture for my blog. They both agreed and so here they are – TA DA!

 Went to dinner at English Ivy alone and had a decent meal but just wasn’t into it and so headed back to the hotel. It’s a Friday night, my flight doesn’t leave until 2PM, so I should have gone out but am just kind of bushed. Found the lobby pretty much empty and stopped to chat with the girls again. I have very vague memories of being so young, it seems like a whole world away sometimes. I really enjoyed it but I’m sure I bored the hell outta these ladies for about an hour. It was really cool. They told me they think we are brave and that it’s kind of neat that we are different. They asked a few of the usual questions and seemed concerned that they might offend me. I assured them I thought it was neat as hell to talk to them and that I liked the chance to show that CD’s are not freaks. I bragged about having been married for 20 years and I was asked about Gina, who they have seen come visit me at the hotel several times. They seemed pretty surprised when I told them that Gina has been married 30 years!

Well, it seems they didn’t have a bad opinion of CD’s to begin with, so I didn’t have any convincing to do. THEY on the other hand, convinced ME, that there are some real neat people out there
I showed them my blog to make sure they were comfortable with my posting their pic there – no worries. Funny thing, while looking at my MySpace site, I suddenly realized just how many pictures I’ve been taking, and I’m suddenly embarrassed! It started as a way to make sure that I would have happy memories when I get older but has apparently become something of an obsession. About a year ago I caught myself looking at a 1995 picture of my Jamie Austin makeover every time I started to feel fat and old.

I would look at the pic and thing to myself “Wow, you looked so cute and yet you thought you were ugly! Sure wish I’d taken more pictures back then.” Well, the thought hit me that when I’m in my 70’s, I might look back to today with the very same thoughts and wondering why I didn’t take more pictures so I would have memories of being attractive. I bought a digital camera and started taking it with me when I traveled, and it’s developed into a obsession, and it only got worse once I started blogging! Now I catch myself thinking “Damn, wish I had my camera so I could put THAT scene in my blog!”
So now I look at my Flickr page and see that in the last year I have gone from having 3 or 4 pictures to three or four hundred. I guess I’m a camera whore now! Oh, and if you have the urge to go to my flickr page, count my pics, and then come back and tell me that I have a lot more than four hundred there, don't waste your time - I already know that Damn it!

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

The Other Other lady

I used to be obsessed with my truck and would spend my entire Saturday detailing her. I mean all day and every Saturday. Well, I’ve let my standards slip lately, or had other priorities, so it has been a few months since I’ve done a real good job on the old girl so I had my work cut out for me this weekend.

Having a love for classic cars, I’ve owned about half a dozen 20 and 30 year old cars and was always asking myself “What would this venerable old girl look like today if every idiot that had owned her before me had devoted this kind of effort to taking care of her?” Well, I kept that thought in mind when I bought my first new cars/trucks and have done my best to treat them as if I fully expect to keep them until THEY are classics. Besides the normal car washing, I keep the carpets shampooed and keep the engine compartment spotless. Every nook and crevice, every cable and hose. You will think I’m exaggerating, but you can usually work in my trucks engine compartment and not get your hands dirty.

You wont get them dirty I said, I didn’t say squat about getting them cut. Funny thing about engine compartments – the car makers don’t really expect someone’s gonna be cleaning in the hard to reach areas and they don’t finish, blunt, or dull the sheet metal edges down there. So when you soften your hands in a bucket of water, then put them under the hood cleaning with a rag, they ARE going to come away covered in wounds very much like paper cuts.
WWWAHHHH, my hands hurt and look terrible!

My truck on the other hand looks wonderful, and like any lady who is pampered and taken care of, she purrs on down the road looking purty! Not half bad for a six year old truck with over 100, 000 miles on her huh?

Monday, April 7, 2008

Magical Seeds?

OK, so you remember I recently blogged about my daughter and how she got angry with her Momma for not giving her magical singing bean seeds?
So Get this. My wife planted seeds purchased for planting and growing. To amuse our little critter, she gave her a handful of Anasazi beans bought at the grocery store for eating. My wife carefully planted hers neatly in rows, while our daughter used the typical four year old method of scattering them where ever the hell she felt like it. Y'all wanna take a guess which ones are out there sprouting in the garden right now? Yup, the little critter's beans are happily sprouting according to my wife. I guess there might be something to that "you just have to believe" stuff after all! :-)