Four Generations, And A New Haircut

While I was out here in Washington, we took a picture with my grandfather, Wilson, my mom, and me and my sister. And Ian. Apparently my mom thinks she's a moviestar, all wearing her sunglasses in the picture.

Like A Red Headed Stepchild

When I call my parents the first thing they ask is how Ian is doing. Before I came out to Washington to visit, they would always ask, "When is Ian coming?". It's like I'm not really a member of the family.

I Hate Moving!

It seemed like no big deal to move in college, but let me tell you, once you get a husband and a baby, it's a lot harder. We don't even have any furniture, except for a bed and a crib, and it was terrible. It reminded me of the time Kathy and I moved and we had seven carloads of stuff between the two of us.

How To Be A Tourist In 10 Ways

1. Carry a ridiculously large camera and spend forever setting up for a shot.

2. Wear clothes that are impractical. Bonus points if your clothing choice is not suitable for the weather.

3. Push a huge stroller, either full of kids or full of gear.

4. Run around town in a Scout uniform.
5. Have an outdated hairstyle, or just a really bad hairstyle.

6. Ride around town on a segway.
7. Tie your sweatshirt around your waist.

8. Wear bright silk screened shirts and travel in a herd.

9. Spend way too much time and energy trying to get a cute picture of your kid in front of the Washington Monument. Give up.

10. Go home and blog about your trip.

A Nice, Even Five

Ian's fifth tooth came in today!

Everyone Loves Moving!

Well, not really the moving part, but the part where you get to upgrade your living quarters.

Jesse and I found an apartment in a nice condominium complex. We are so excited to move, even though we don't have any furniture. We'll sit on the floor for a few weeks.

We can move in as early as next Thursday, so we'll see when we do decide to do it. We'll post pictures of the new place when we get moved in.

Good bye crickets and spiders!

Anti-Antipersperant

I was going to call this entry "Deodorant Problem", but realized that would misleading. My problem is with the antipersperant side of things. The problem is when I use deodorant/antipersperants they leave this greasy residue on my shirts, specifically the underarm area. When I use deodorants the problem goes away.

Do I just use too much of the antipersperant/deodorant combo? I try to use a deodorant, but it is hard to get that to work. First, most of the deodorant only sticks are geared towards the hippie-type. They have odd scents like pachouli and lemon grass. I don't want to walk around smelling like someone covering up a marijuana habit. Secondly, they are hard to find. Thirdly, not all deodorants are created equal. My problem lies in the fact that I haven't had an effective deodorant in a scent I like. I have to stop buying all these deodorants, though. Jesse makes fun of me.

Here are my options:

• Suck it up.
• Use my husband's Old Spice deodorant and smell like a man.
• Try a spray-on kind and see if the residue goes away. Hope like mad it doesn't cause lung cancer.
• Try the "rock" or the "crystal" or whatever it is called. Pray it's not just a scam. Have all of my medicine cabinet-snooping friends think I'm a closet hippie.
  
• Go on Oprah with my sob story and win a free house.
  
• Put my problem on the shoulders of the few readers of this blog.

Obviously we all know which option I chose.

Does anyone else have this problem, or am I a lone woman in my sufferings? Do any of the few readers use the spray-on deodorant? Is it greasy too? How about the rock? Does that work?

Please help.