Ramblings

There are a lot of things that I see, that at first glance have me saying, "I don't get it." Oh yeah, it happens all the time. I usually visit the, "thing" I'm referring to, over and over again, trying to decide if I think, "this thing" has value or not. Furthermore, because I work for wealthy families, I see things I find to be non-essential. Then again, some things have won my approval on the, "Need O-Meter" & then again, regardless of wealth, people in general have purchased items I find peculiar. So here is something that won me over most recently.  My son, 9 years old, never puts the seat down after using the toilet. I know what your thinking, "What's new? Boys will be boys... and men will be men." Yeah, I get that, to a point.  But listen,  I've tried and tried to hammer into his ever growing 9 year old brain, to, "PUT THE SEAT DOWN!"  Now, bending over to set the seat and lid down would seem like a casual thing. Nothing to get upset over, that's for sure, but try doing it over and over, day in and day out. Yeah, I'm sick and tired of it. So have you seen these floating toilet seats? I must say when I came into contact with them the first time I thought they were cool, but necessary? No way. Until recently. You see, my toilet lid and seat are plastic, and if I just breezed by and flicked them closed, they would SLAM shut. I'm not into loud noises. But, the floating toilet seat, well now, that's perfect. You flick it down as you pass by and as you walk out of the bathroom, you hear it lightly and slightly close. 😘 Perfection. Do I have one now? Yes, I do. Do I love it? Yes, I do.

Some thing's I've bought we're simply because everyone else seems to be buying them. For example, the t.v. monitor for your baby. The ability to watch my baby sleep from the comforts of my own bed. Now two things may have helped here. One, my complete inability to relax. If I could have watched the, "baby t.v." and relaxed, it would have worked like a gem. Of course I had reason. In a word, technology. My t.v. baby monitor was one of the first on the market. The screen on my monitor was mostly snow. Mostly a garbled mess. Most of the time I couldn't make out one shape in the crib let alone my baby. Sometimes I'd poke my husband and say, "honey, look at that.  What is that? It looks like some type of alien." Meanwhile, I'm tipping my head from side to side trying to figure out what the heck that is. Or, I'd wake, groggy, look at the screen and she was face down. I'd launch myself right out of bed, which I'm sure my husband loved, run into her room to find, she was fine, she was perfect and sleeping soundly on her back.  The darn screen was so crappy I couldn't tell. Now, I'm guessing technology has come along way and what used to look like an alien does in fact, now look like a baby.

Ok, last one and I'll quit for awhile.
Dry Shampoo. That's it. Dry Shampoo. It sounds a lot like, "dry cleaning"
And as you may have heard Jerry Seinfeld's take on that, "dry cleaning is using my fingernail to pick food off my shirt! That's dry cleaning!" That always makes me laugh. When I first heard of, "dry shampoo" I thought, "Really? Whatever. Like that's gonna work."  Out of curiosity, last time I visited the beautician I asked her what the deal was. "How does it work? What do you do?" When she explained to me all about the oils and grease at the roots of our scalp and hair I was less than thrilled. I told her she didn't have to be so graphic. Lol. She explained that you spray the dry shampoo on your roots when they begin to appear greasy and oily and gross and it sucks all that junk up and unbeknownst to anyone, it appears as though your hair has been washed. In other words it's a complete farce. Haha. Guess what, I love it. 😊

I suppose this has been nothing but pointless ramblings. Lol. Oh well.
Have a great weekend.
Happy August 1st.
Sarah.