This morning Jake was playing with his Star Wars Lego when I heard a frustrated yell. The back window had fallen out of his Palpatine's Arrest set, and when he tried to fix it, a couple of other pieces came off. There was no time to figure things out before school, and so I decided I would try to fix it before he came home from lunch.
This is not, by any means, the first time I had attempted to build or fix Lego. I will start by saying that I am not gifted in the Lego area. I can barely build a simple box house, and those Star Wars sets are very complicated. This is probably somehow related to my complete inability to catch a ball without flailing my arms and shrieking. However, I remembered where all of the instructions manuals were kept, and so I flipped to what seemed to be the appropriate page and bravely began.
Shortly after that, I burst into tears.
Happily, when Jake got home at lunch and I showed him my attempt, he said cheerfully that I did a great job, and he didn't really need the window to open anyway. He never really used that window anyway!
What a sweetheart. I have a School Council meeting tonight, and I have a feeling his dad is going to be kept busy fixing the window.
Speaking of bursting into tears and having to subsequently fix my mascara, the other day I was shopping and saw a display for a mascara called "The Falsies", and although the word "Falsies" makes me think of bra-stuffing, I was intrigued. I had read a few reviews about this mascara and I thought I should try it. I am going to have amazing, traffic stopping eyelashes, I thought, although to be honest I'm not sure how eyelashes would stop traffic, especially if a person has light sensitive eyes and wears sunglasses all the time, as I do. Nonetheless! I have a few girlfriends who regularly get false eyelashes applied - the kind that last for a few weeks - and they look amazing. So amazing that when I'm talking to them I get completely distracted by their eyelashes and forget what we are talking about. I'm like one of those guys who can't take their eyes off your breasts, but with eyelashes. I briefly thought about getting them myself but decided against it. Although I'm high maintenance that is a line I just cannot cross, so this mascara called out to me.
Isn't it funny what you think buying a product is going to be a glorious, life changing experience? I get that sometimes. A new pair of panties equals a new lease on life! New lipstick? Transformative. I am a new woman because of this scented hand cream! So I could hardly wait to try out my new mascara which would give me false lash glam instantly.
People. Building hopes up too high can only lead to disappointment in the end. I wish I could say I was fluttering my enormous eyelashes at you right now, but I'm not. I mean, the mascara is fine. Possibly slightly better than my regular mascara. There is nothing inherently wrong with the mascara, although there might be something wrong with me in falling for the advertising. I tried to take a picture of my eyes, but have you ever tried to do that? I looked like I was preparing to make my own tinfoil hat, or that I lived in a small apartment with one hundred pets who were all named Pookie. So you will have to take my word for it; my eyelashes look nice, but not LIFE CHANGING. Certainly not traffic stopping. No one is going to become distracted by my eyelashes while talking to me.
Some of you know that I'm currently working on a cookbook, filled to the brim with lovely vegan and vegetarian recipes. It's an exciting project, and now that Justin Timberlake is singing the praises of coming on down to Veganville, I hope it will be a popular project as well. Nothing like a little advertising by JT. In any case, I realized I have a very biased and warped view of the world since I have so many vegetarian and vegan friends; it's like I live in my own little meatless bubble. As my husband said to me the other night, most people actually eat meat, Nicole. Not everyone loves beans as much as you do. I'm beginning to realize this is true! So my question for all you meat-eaters is this: how often, if ever, do you cook/serve/eat meatless meals? If never, why not? Please leave your answer in the comments. Maybe we can make it a giveaway! Random person will win a prize! Prize to be determined, I promise it won't be a can of beans, or a tube of mascara.