I haven't told you yet! Last week Colleen and I found her prom dress. And here it is:It's absolutely adorable on her. The bust fits her well, which is no small miracle, and it gives her a waist. And she'll be standing up straight when she wears it. No fashion-model oddball-leaning postures will be allowed.
And is it just me, or does it look like they photographed the models in a padded room? Is there a fellow in a straitjacket tossing himself around off-camera? Maybe the little models are leaning slightly away from Mr. Crazy.
Dave and I have been spending a lot of time in the car lately. We've been in hot pursuit of a couple of things. Me - I've been on the hunt for a cheap used treadmill (cheap is the most important criteria). And we finally found one that's pretty darn decent in the Pittsburgh Craigslist for only $150.
This winter kicked my butt physical fitness wise, with so much ice and wind and cold, cold, cold. I've been able to get outside to run or walk through most winters, but not this year. Still - I can't justify spending hundreds (and some people spend thousands) on a piece of equipment that I intend to use, yet I'm also realistic about and know that most of these things end up as cobweb catchers. I feel pretty lucky to have found this treadmill. And if I use it a lot until the weather here improves, and through next winter, maybe I'll buy a really good one. And if not, I'm certain I can re-sell it for close to what I've just paid for it.
And Dave? He's been working on his "listening room". Last year we started clearing out parts of the basement/game room, because the kids didn't use it any more. We hauled out the 1980's couch, the gargantuan TV, the old VCR, and the old Sega Genesis stuff. Since then he's been busily creating a place where he can listen to old records...in a 1960's atmosphere. And it's been kind of fun, going here and there and finding crazy furniture, lamps, and other 60's decor.
So...now we're in Lent. And every year comes the discussion about what we're giving up. Dave and I were talking about it Wednesday evening and decided that we'd stop cursing through Lent. Believe it or not, this relatively calm, middle aged, cross-stitching mother of two has a cursing vocabulary that could make a sailor blush, and it's become so habitual that I don't even think about it anymore. Dave, too. And since sometimes what we say can influence the way we behave, Dave and I were thinking that maybe cleaning up our language would help us behave in a nicer way. So that's what we're doing.
Now, before you go thinking that Lee and Dave are like...super noble...or something, I should tell you that this conversation happened at Appleby's, after dinner, when we were trying to decide whether or not to have the Molten Chocolate Cake dessert, since our previous Lenten observance had been to give up chocolate cake. Not so noble now, is it?
But we still didn't have the cake. Well, Lent is long.