Now I can die in peace.

Last night I touched a pink cadillac. I know, I know. Try to keep your jealousy to a minimum.

Last night I went to my friend's Mary Kay party. She's a brand new consultant, but had the party at her director's house(the one with the pink cadillac). I totally thought I was safe from the whole shpiel about joining or buying since I used to sell MK in college. I was pretty sure that there was a "only once" rule or something. Turns out there's not! So I got that little pep talk last night. I will say that I really enjoyed the microdermabrasion set. My skin did feel smoother, and I really liked the 'night' moisturizer. I felt super-moisturized and I'm always struggling with that. Anyway.

Here's my problem with going to any home sales party: I'm excitable. Easily excitable. And I oooh and aaah over everything. (I tried to play it down yesterday, and my friend thought I was unhappy, because I wasn't my usual oohy aahy self.) So anytime I go to a 'party' I get the whole "but you liked it so much. you'd be so good at this, you're so excited about the product." I never have the heart to say "I'm easily impressed and I do this everywhere I go. Don't get all excited."

I wonder how other people deal with it, because I never hear other people being harrassed--maybe that is too strong a word--by consultants to join their ranks.

Not to say that I felt all that pressured last night. I will say that was the least pressure I've felt, so that was nice, but then again, it may have been due to my calm demeanor last night...which frankly bored even me.

My First Grease Fire...or, Doesn't It Just Warm Your Heart

So about 2 weeks ago (give or take) I decided to cook something. I don't even remember what it was. Something mexican. I started out by heating up a pan of oil, like I have many times before. I stepped into the living room because Baby J needed me, and while I was in there I thought, 'hmm, that smells funny', and resolved to check it in a moment. Then I put J down, and walked into the kitchen. As I walked to the stove there came a bunch of smoke suddenly, then poof! The pan caught fire. I stood there for a second or two while I thought through my options. I knew not to put water on a grease fire. Was it baking soda or baking powder or cornstarch that one is supposed to use? Then I thought, 'why bother with those? what am I thinking?' and grabbed the fire extinguisher and used one for the very first time. It was actually pretty cool. I didn't know how far that powder flies. It covered most of that side of the room, though I only sprayed the pan. Well, then the smell was awful, and E and baby J were both coughing and I thought, 'yeah, I'd better get out of here' and so I got the pan outside, opened a few windows, and left. I called Buck as I was leaving and told him what happend. And this is just proof that I married a man who is too good to me. He praises me for my quick thinking. Then continues to praise me every time someone mentions a fire or quick thinkging-ness...which has been quite often, for some reason. If the roles were reversed, I think we all know I'd be saying some pointed remarks about how useful that information is, etc. Instead of praising him. Gosh, I'm rotten, aren't I. Well, at least I recognize it. That's supposed to be the first step, isn't it?

Who doesn't love...

Laverne and Shirley? Or didn't love, I guess, since I don't think they're on TV anymore. I remember an episode (man, I was, like, 10) wherein Laverne...or Shirley...said that: Who says I'm not fun? I'm fun. Aren't I fun? Tell them I'm fun!
Anyway. I thought it was funny and still do, apparently.