Do you have people whose opinion you trust implicitly?
In real life, I trust about ten people. In the internet world, there are maybe five bloggers that I trust.
When it involves babysitting, there are about three people on the list – who are already on the top ten list.
I used to trust everybody. I thought that everyone told the truth. Trusting people didn’t work out so well.People lie all of the time.
Even my kids lie when asked about the whereabouts of my tweezers. The tweezers reappeared yesterday after a few weeks of asking who has the tweezers. They were under a set of shelves. It wasn’t who the child that I thought would steal my tweezers.
So here we are . . . a regular Debbie Doubter with out of control eyebrows.
What was the one toy that a friend had that you wished you had when you were little?
One of my friends had Donnie & Marie dolls. I thought they were so cool. Well, I thought Donnie was cool anyway. I’m not convinced that the Marie doll was cool.
Ever since I can remember, I have had a huge crush on Donnie Osmond. It’s totally ridiculous. I know.
I wished that I could have had a Donnie Osmond doll of my very own. The Donnie Osmond doll was one of the best things about going over to my friend’s house.
It seems like their clothes were not cool. They had bright purple and pink outfits. Matching, of course. Almost everything about Donnie and Marie matched. If I had my own Donnie Osmond doll, I would have given him some of my Ken doll’s hand-me-downs.
However, I didn’t really want a Marie doll. It’s probably because I didn’t want to be Marie. That would be weird. There would be no pretend kissing if I was Marie. I’d have to send her over to hang out with my Brooke Shields doll to share haircare tips. The Brooke Shields doll had the worst hair so maybe Marie could help her out.
Gryffindor.The sorting hat said so and it is never, ever wrong.
However, I don’t think of myself as brave or daring. I’ve probably got some nerve doubting the sorting hat. Anyway . . . I accept the decision.
Although, I did think that I would be in Hufflepuff. It could’ve been fun. I imagine that there would be a lot of studying, cupcakes and tea. I don’t really know if there would be cupcakes.I picture Hufflepuffs making a lot of baked goods
The Hufflepuff mascot is a badger, which reminds me of a honey badger. I can relate to the honey badger. Honey badgers don’t give a darn. I can’t remember what they don’t care about but they don’t care.
I also relate to Luna Lovegood, who was in Ravenclaw. I might not be not motivated enough to be in Ravenclaw or ambitious enough to be in Slytherin. There’s that honey badger attitude of not giving a darn again.
This is the link to the personality quiz with the sorting hat.
What are some of your best tips for getting your day off to a good start?
1. Drink coffee immediately.
2. Say what you mean. I was going to edit my curse words but I decided to just say them so everyone knows what I mean.
3. Don’t be a asshole to your kids. Or your pets. Or co-workers. Karma is a real thing. There are plenty of people out there who are assholes. Try not to be one of them. I tell myself this every morning. “Holley, don’t be an asshole.”
3. Do something just for you. I buy myself gum and I don’t share. Ok. Sometimes I share but I have to really, really like you.
4. Try to stay positive. Listen to happy music. Think about something like kittens or baby pigs. I think about unicorns, fart jokes or a combination. It helps me get through the day.
It’s back-to-school time: do you love the start of school or dread it?
I thought that I would be so happy to see my kids go off to school. I dreamed about all of the things I would do with my free time. It was going to be glorious.
I can go shopping by myself again but I’m broke after all of the moving. Who is broke after all of the back to school shopping? There will be no shopping today for many of us. I did a u-turn in the Dollar Store parking lot. It’s the best I can do today.
When I dropped of the youngest kid at school, I drove around the block and parked across the street. There were no open spaces in the parking lot. All of the parents had the same idea – hovering and stalking their children.
It was my youngest kid’s first day at a brand new school. I wanted to make sure she didn’t get lost. I also wanted to see that she wasn’t a hot mess like me. I peeked in on her classroom. She was perfectly fine. No tears or anything. She did so much better at not crying than I did today.