Kangatopia

I bought this new lipstick off of ebay this week. I really thought it was just the deep blue-red I’ve been searching for since I was a teenager, but alas! it’s way too pink. I would take another picture with Photo Booth, but I think I’ve posted way too many of those lately - and plus, I just took a couple anyway and I look old and tired and it was just too depressing of a task.

I’ve been working out like a fiend. I’m taking on average one full rest day a week, and on the days when I can’t muster up very much energy, I take a slow bike ride or only a 200 calorie work-out. I guess I’m making progress. I mean, my muscles feel damaged and my bipolar weight goes up and down at will.

The kids are all entrenched in summer. Bear is dreaming of a future as a video game designer, so he’s doing plenty of research to prepare himself. Monkey, ever helpful, sweet and compassionate - soon to be the long suffering enabler of her younger sister, has grown her hair out to be tortuously long. Her hair is very, very pretty but a real pain (literally) to brush. Winston wants to grow her hair out now just like her sister’s. Winston has also, somewhere along the way, developed a love for flip-flops. My daughters are very girly.

The girls and I are learning to ice skate together. We go to the rink, hug the sides, and try to keep ourselves upright. So far, so good. No injuries, but there’s still plenty of time. Except that I can’t afford to pay for it, I’m hoping that the girls will segue their love of dance into figure skating/ ice dancing, or as they will think of it later, fulfilling their mother’s lost dreams.