Tummy suggested that I buy a Ped Egg for my yucky callous (heels have not been kind to my feet this spring. Perhaps 3" is too high for work?). I happened to mention said product at a family thing this week and two people there both insisted that I needed to try it. I left the party and went straight to Walgreens to find one. Lo, there it was on an end cap beckoning me. I had to buy it.
I expected to either gash myself and bleed all over the place or not be able to tell a difference. I was wrong on both counts. My feet are MUCH smoother and the gross tough places are much less noticeable. For some weird reason, I take much pleasure in emptying the egg and seeing all the funky dead skin that has come off the bottom of my foot--sort of like using those Biore strips.
If you haven't already, go buy a Ped Egg. Your feet will thank you.
P.S. Jay thought I had bought a Pet Egg. He couldn't figure out what all the fuss was. Sam, on the hand, saw it and immediately knew it was a Ped Egg and that it was for scraping the dead skin off your feet AND that it was so gentle, you can rub it against a ballon and it won't pop. My little TV geek.
I expected to either gash myself and bleed all over the place or not be able to tell a difference. I was wrong on both counts. My feet are MUCH smoother and the gross tough places are much less noticeable. For some weird reason, I take much pleasure in emptying the egg and seeing all the funky dead skin that has come off the bottom of my foot--sort of like using those Biore strips.
If you haven't already, go buy a Ped Egg. Your feet will thank you.
P.S. Jay thought I had bought a Pet Egg. He couldn't figure out what all the fuss was. Sam, on the hand, saw it and immediately knew it was a Ped Egg and that it was for scraping the dead skin off your feet AND that it was so gentle, you can rub it against a ballon and it won't pop. My little TV geek.
Labels: buy this, funny kids, product placement
One of my favorite senior boys showed up at school with a shirt that had a big cartoon Earth on it and some wording that started with Keep...I just assumed it was some free Earth day promo tee and didn't pay it much attention for the first part of class. As we were leaving lunch, though, I noticed that there was a smaller, brown 'planet' and suddenly the rest of the text jumped out at me like a beacon. Turns out that it was from Hot Topic, not a tree-hugger and said:
Keep Earth clean...it's not URANUS.
I love my job.
Labels: funny kids, work stuff
That would be today's word--meaning imitate, btw, for those of you, like me, who had never heard of said word.
Coincedentally, while here at the hacienda de los parents, Sam was outside their sliding door making weird arm gestures and staring intently at my father. We both thought Sam was asking for something, so Daddy was like, "What do you need, Sam?"
More wild gesturing and very solemn face.
"What is it, Sam?!"
My sister glanced up and said, "Oh, he's just being a mime in a box. Nothing's wrong."
Sure enough, when asked, Sam did indicate that he was Marcel Marceauing himself through Basic Mime Box 101 and that all was well...as well as it CAN be when your seven-year-old is imitating a mime, I suppose.
Coincedentally, while here at the hacienda de los parents, Sam was outside their sliding door making weird arm gestures and staring intently at my father. We both thought Sam was asking for something, so Daddy was like, "What do you need, Sam?"
More wild gesturing and very solemn face.
"What is it, Sam?!"
My sister glanced up and said, "Oh, he's just being a mime in a box. Nothing's wrong."
Sure enough, when asked, Sam did indicate that he was Marcel Marceauing himself through Basic Mime Box 101 and that all was well...as well as it CAN be when your seven-year-old is imitating a mime, I suppose.
Labels: funny kids
Merry Christmas To All And To All A Good Night!
3 Comments Published by Kimmah on Tuesday, December 25, 2007 at 11:31 PM.
Christmas is almost over here in Middle Tennessee. The kids and W. are long since asleep. Me, I had to wait up until 11.30 so I could take my last dose of Demerol for the night--the knee is being partiularly ornery tonight. I did fine most of the day, and I suppose I overdid things--the back is has a nasty looking knot on it. I shudder to think what is inside that knot--it's looking a bit red and funky, so I think I'll be calling the doctor just to check in. I need this to heal, not drag out into some medical horror story.
Anyway, today was a very lovely, laid-back Christmas. W. was up around 4.30 to make breakfast before he went to work--he definitely has some keeper qualities. Steak, country ham and biscuits. Yummy. I had planned to get up around the same time, but since I was up in the middle of the night dealing with an asthmaticly coughing 8-year-old, I 'slept in' until 5.00. I'm such a bum, lol. Got up and puttered around in the living room getting things just right and then we woke the kids up around 5.15 or so. It took about ten minutes to get them up and going, but once they were awake, they were bouncing. It was so much fun to see Jay and Sam's reactions to their loot. Five was more subdued--it's hard when one of your presents costs two or three times what a brother's does. I tried really hard to make sure they each got three 'big' gifts and then supplemented. I got this idea from a friend--she explains to her kids that Jesus was given three special gifts and that's why we get gifts now. My kids have actually gotten much more into the whole list thing since I told them to just choose three things. They put lots of thought into it and shuffle stuff around as needed.
The Moon Shoes that Jay wanted are actually sort of cool. I'm sure they will just be a novelty, but I liked the idea that they required physical activity, so even if he plays with them once a month, that's better than sitting watching tv for that time. Sam got a scooter--he didn't ask for one, but again, I'm trying to push the outside activities. He said that Santa must really like him to bring such a cool scooter AND a red helmet (red is his favorite color). Five tried to be excited about the fact that he got clothes from Santa--I know he wsn't, but it was stuff he needed, so I decided to add it in to his very paltry looking pile of DVD/PS2 games and a huge Beatles Anthology book.
W. had to go to work at 6.45, so that left me and the boys home alone for the day. Our present to him was a clean house, so we played and napped (them and me) and then I organized a fairly effective cleaning of the dining room (the table had been buried for months upon months). We had to move loads of junk here and there--well, I say 'we', but it was mainly Five. Now there is a huge mess in the office, but I've decided that it makes more sense for one room to be a disaster than for six of them to be, so we started the offloading today. I had Jay on his hands and knees cleaning baseboards and Sam was dusting window sills. By the end of the afternoon, the dining room was shining, a bathroom had been cleaned, the hall had been swept (mostly) and the baseboards in the halls, dining room and part of the kitchen were clean. Floors were mopped and vac'd and everything just looked better overall. Tomorrow and Thursday are bedroom days. They will be painful.
Nice time at MIL's for Christmas dinner. I didn't take any cooked food this year thanks to SIL having pity on me being crippled and on my own. We didn't have any other folks at MIL's, so it was very easygoing and chatty. My boys were hell on wheels, but that's the norm when they get in a confined space without a television or other distraction. The fart putty (or toot in a can as Sam calls it) certainly didn't do much to calm them, lmao.
I went to pick up W. and took him back to MIL's so he could eat and do gifts--he'd worked a 12 hour shift at the hospital and was pretty dead. His feet didn't hurt as much and I am crediting the diabetic socks that I gave him. No, I don't know what makes socks 'diabetic', but I figured they would be comfy and easy on the feet, so I bought them. We'll do a comparison tomorrow to see if it was the socks or not.
So, another Christmas in the books. It's hard to believe that I've been doing the Santa gig since 1993...that's 14 times. It's even harder to believe that I'm over halfway done doing it...and just about to the point where I don't have a believer. Today Sam said, "Wow, Santa sure is a generous man." I almost cried it was so sweet. And while it will be nice, I suppose, to get the credit for the gifts in a few years, I don't know that they will be nearly as awe-inspiring as they are right now. That's a little bit sad.
I hope everyone (or three) that reads this has had an equally blessed Christmas. Take it easy this week and let's get ready to welcome in 2008--the year that I personally feel will be Kimmah's Year.
Anyway, today was a very lovely, laid-back Christmas. W. was up around 4.30 to make breakfast before he went to work--he definitely has some keeper qualities. Steak, country ham and biscuits. Yummy. I had planned to get up around the same time, but since I was up in the middle of the night dealing with an asthmaticly coughing 8-year-old, I 'slept in' until 5.00. I'm such a bum, lol. Got up and puttered around in the living room getting things just right and then we woke the kids up around 5.15 or so. It took about ten minutes to get them up and going, but once they were awake, they were bouncing. It was so much fun to see Jay and Sam's reactions to their loot. Five was more subdued--it's hard when one of your presents costs two or three times what a brother's does. I tried really hard to make sure they each got three 'big' gifts and then supplemented. I got this idea from a friend--she explains to her kids that Jesus was given three special gifts and that's why we get gifts now. My kids have actually gotten much more into the whole list thing since I told them to just choose three things. They put lots of thought into it and shuffle stuff around as needed.
The Moon Shoes that Jay wanted are actually sort of cool. I'm sure they will just be a novelty, but I liked the idea that they required physical activity, so even if he plays with them once a month, that's better than sitting watching tv for that time. Sam got a scooter--he didn't ask for one, but again, I'm trying to push the outside activities. He said that Santa must really like him to bring such a cool scooter AND a red helmet (red is his favorite color). Five tried to be excited about the fact that he got clothes from Santa--I know he wsn't, but it was stuff he needed, so I decided to add it in to his very paltry looking pile of DVD/PS2 games and a huge Beatles Anthology book.
W. had to go to work at 6.45, so that left me and the boys home alone for the day. Our present to him was a clean house, so we played and napped (them and me) and then I organized a fairly effective cleaning of the dining room (the table had been buried for months upon months). We had to move loads of junk here and there--well, I say 'we', but it was mainly Five. Now there is a huge mess in the office, but I've decided that it makes more sense for one room to be a disaster than for six of them to be, so we started the offloading today. I had Jay on his hands and knees cleaning baseboards and Sam was dusting window sills. By the end of the afternoon, the dining room was shining, a bathroom had been cleaned, the hall had been swept (mostly) and the baseboards in the halls, dining room and part of the kitchen were clean. Floors were mopped and vac'd and everything just looked better overall. Tomorrow and Thursday are bedroom days. They will be painful.
Nice time at MIL's for Christmas dinner. I didn't take any cooked food this year thanks to SIL having pity on me being crippled and on my own. We didn't have any other folks at MIL's, so it was very easygoing and chatty. My boys were hell on wheels, but that's the norm when they get in a confined space without a television or other distraction. The fart putty (or toot in a can as Sam calls it) certainly didn't do much to calm them, lmao.
I went to pick up W. and took him back to MIL's so he could eat and do gifts--he'd worked a 12 hour shift at the hospital and was pretty dead. His feet didn't hurt as much and I am crediting the diabetic socks that I gave him. No, I don't know what makes socks 'diabetic', but I figured they would be comfy and easy on the feet, so I bought them. We'll do a comparison tomorrow to see if it was the socks or not.
So, another Christmas in the books. It's hard to believe that I've been doing the Santa gig since 1993...that's 14 times. It's even harder to believe that I'm over halfway done doing it...and just about to the point where I don't have a believer. Today Sam said, "Wow, Santa sure is a generous man." I almost cried it was so sweet. And while it will be nice, I suppose, to get the credit for the gifts in a few years, I don't know that they will be nearly as awe-inspiring as they are right now. That's a little bit sad.
I hope everyone (or three) that reads this has had an equally blessed Christmas. Take it easy this week and let's get ready to welcome in 2008--the year that I personally feel will be Kimmah's Year.
Labels: funny kids, getting old, holidays, my life, serious
- that's really all i got.
- the closer is about to premier. i love the closer.
- i missed the first epi of top chef: miami. pisses me off, stupid dvr and stupid digital cable that doesn't 'see' bravo for some effed up reason.
- i am thru with summer school as of today. going back down to work in my room for a bit tomorrow evening, but that's MY choice, no kids, my time. the way i like it.
- i am having surgery of the knee a week from tomorrow--at least i think it is. that's the 26th, right? i'm totally out of it.
- mr. kim is taking anatomy and physiology this summer---i've not felt so dumb in a long, long time as i did when i tried to help him review. me? not so much a science girl. i know, you're shocked.
- i forgot that once upon a time, i was almost a mod at OT. talk about a flashback--ayak posted about it and it was like, 'hey! that's me!!' and can i just say, the drama from that year? not the mod stuff, but the rest of it? gah. live and learn and become a better person.
- and may i also just add that based on a post sunday night that nearly sent me into frigging coronary arrest, i'm GLAD i don't have to watch my tone or worry about 'playing favorites' there as a mod. argh....flames and steam are shooting from my head right now.
- sam hs been having me 'act out scenes' with him on the digital camera. in this scene, he is 'tarzan' and i'm supposed to be alternately puzzled and then scared. i'm not sure WHAT his looks were, but they sure are cute.
Labels: funny kids, mr kim, ramble, teaching, work stuff
Random Observations on a Saturday Night
5 Comments Published by Kimmah on Saturday, May 05, 2007 at 7:41 PM.
1. Chardonnay is not my favorite wine. I don't really know what is--but this isn't. Zin is definitely better. Just not sure what my fave is.
2. Sam just asked me if it was okay if he made his Spiderman Halloween costume (the kind with the padded pecs) be his "slumber suit." How the hell do you possibly say no to that--not that I would, anyway, but there's no way now.
3. Silk feels really good on bare skin, even when it's cheap. I think I'm going to have to splurge on good silk as a treat one day.
4. I'm not even remotely interested in seeing Spiderman 3 or Pirates of the Caribbean 3. I've not seen any of the first four movies and these will be no different.
5. There is no five tonight. I'm just going to stop here because I can. Oh, wait, as a public service announcement, go read the Blog of Chris aka Supes. It's phenomonal as usual. Fanfare might make him post more often.
2. Sam just asked me if it was okay if he made his Spiderman Halloween costume (the kind with the padded pecs) be his "slumber suit." How the hell do you possibly say no to that--not that I would, anyway, but there's no way now.
3. Silk feels really good on bare skin, even when it's cheap. I think I'm going to have to splurge on good silk as a treat one day.
4. I'm not even remotely interested in seeing Spiderman 3 or Pirates of the Caribbean 3. I've not seen any of the first four movies and these will be no different.
5. There is no five tonight. I'm just going to stop here because I can. Oh, wait, as a public service announcement, go read the Blog of Chris aka Supes. It's phenomonal as usual. Fanfare might make him post more often.
Labels: funny kids, linkage, ramble, who doesn't love a list
ROFLMAO! Jay is playing football again this fall and he moved up to the league where they wear full pads, helmet, etc. Tonight was the night to get the pads. He was soooo thrilled. He talked all day about getting his "gear" and how he hoped it didn't rain it out.
We arrived and waited amongst the masses--so terribly unorganized--only to find out that he's been practicing with the wrong team for a WEEK, but that didn't seem to bother him and we met his actual coaches and they were super-nice and welcomed him to the group like he was one of their own.
Anyway, long ass line after a 90-minute wait and he FINALLY comes out with his "gear" on. As I'm helping him tighten up the laces on his chest, he tells me that he likes the armor the best....yes, only my child would go get shoulder pads and end up referring to them as "armor".
Sam, meanwhile, was equally enthralled with Jay's score. He told Jay that he sure was lucky to have the cool stuff and now he could be some weird cartoon character now that he has a "two-tonned tunic" to wear. He was, of course, referring to the "armor", er, shoulder pads.
Methinks my children are geeks.
We arrived and waited amongst the masses--so terribly unorganized--only to find out that he's been practicing with the wrong team for a WEEK, but that didn't seem to bother him and we met his actual coaches and they were super-nice and welcomed him to the group like he was one of their own.
Anyway, long ass line after a 90-minute wait and he FINALLY comes out with his "gear" on. As I'm helping him tighten up the laces on his chest, he tells me that he likes the armor the best....yes, only my child would go get shoulder pads and end up referring to them as "armor".
Sam, meanwhile, was equally enthralled with Jay's score. He told Jay that he sure was lucky to have the cool stuff and now he could be some weird cartoon character now that he has a "two-tonned tunic" to wear. He was, of course, referring to the "armor", er, shoulder pads.
Methinks my children are geeks.
Labels: funny kids, my life
