Jenny from the Block
Apparently Pretty Girl is a big J.Lo. fan. I know...who knew? Well, I certainly didn't. Neither did Mr. Lipstick. I was all prepared to blame this exposure on her preschool teachers, but they were just as surprised as me.It all went down like this. Today on the playground Pretty Girl was swinging, happy and carefree. She leaned back, tossed her hair in the breeze, and said, "I want hair like Jennifer Lopez." Two teachers heard it. Naturally shocked, they responded, "what?!". Pretty Girl replied, "I want hair like Jennifer Lopez."Of course, when I arrived to pick her up this evening, the teachers just couldn't relay this story quickly enough. No detail was s

It's Really True
There is an empty Gatorade container in my house. Irrespective of any large, randomized, placebo-controlled, multi-center, peer-reviewed studies published in renowned scientific publications, I make the assertion that I observed a cause and effect relationship between the consumption of the Gatorade and the erratic, ecstatic, hyperactive behavior of JBB.The decreasing amount of the Gatorade was inversely proportional to the level of energy expended by JBB in the living room, the dining room, and most perilously, in the bathroom. There was singing, dancing, and shadow boxing...and that was just while we were trying to put on pajamas.All of this chaos caused me to in

But I Don't Wear Control Top Pantyhose
Have y'all heard that saying about placing jellybeans in a jar during your first year of marriage every time you have sex? (whoa...Lipstick just mentioned sex in the first sentence!) It is a little adage about how newlyweds are SO passionate in their first year of marriage that the number of jellybeans accumulated in the first year outweighs all other years combined.Well, Mr. Lipstick and I could say the same thing about arguments. Big ones. Little ones. Explosive ones. Petty ones. Valid ones. Historical ones. The kind in which you forget what you were fighting about in the first place. The kind in which you fight about the same thing over and over. Eventu

OK, so I am George Costanza...with Hair
First of all, my wallet looks like this (and pretty please tell me you remember that Seinfeld episode).I have so many receipts crammed in there. Of course, they are all ragged and different sizes and just a general mess. Why on earth do I retain on

Target Is for Tweens...and Those Who Think They Are
I found this New Moon candy.I thought, "what? really? oh my goodness...this is just mass marketing run amuck...wait a minute...are those alternating pictures of Edward and Jacob?"