Why is it we can spend (females at least) way too much time browsing through shelves and aisles of stuff we may or may not need just because it is on super-clearance? I spent about 30 minutes without even realizing it yesterday digging through basket things of clearance makeup etc. in Target. I don't wear much make-up, I rarely go outside my basic daily stuff, and yet here I was digging for great deals, lol. I came home with about $5 worth of $0.50 items: some glitter, some liner/shadow combos (I love these chubby sticks), some chapstick/lip gloss, and lip liner. Lip coloring is so odd for me. I almost always hate the way it looks because it just looks fake. And I suppose it should since it *is* but that's not the point.

So, the chapstick I came home with said "sheer" which once on is not entirely true. Still, it was very subtle and actually worked extremely well with the one lip liner I came home with (from a different brand, I'm so risky). Yay me. It only took me 25 years to figure out what color of makeup looks good on me.

Now, if only I could figure out what to do with my hair.

We are getting ready to leave the house. Jack inspected the new make-up in the mirror (because I guess just looking at me isn't the true test, lol), and he oohed and aahed appropriately. He's going to be a great partner to someone some day. I know that sounds odd, given he's only almost 5, but I've seen him exhibit more sensitivity and less blatant ignorance about body image and appearance in the past 4 years than most adults I see on a daily basis. I'm proud of the fact that he's grown up, so far, not concerned with how we/others look, or what our body shapes are. To him, they are what they are, and that's what makes us individuals.

Okay, where did that Mother Hen speech come from?

Things to do the next few months: Jack's birthday, Aimée's anniversary, Shannon's baby shower, NYCB Meetup(?), Easter, my birthday, MCAD certification classes, RTG play (?), CR NYC show (?), Rainbow Trout show (?), Mother's day, Flashbackweekend (?), Aimée's birthday. That's March, April, and May. Then, throw in the regular job things, house thing, cat things, Jack things, my things. I will never complain for lack of something to do. I reserve the right to complain that I don't want to do what I have to do though. ;)