The Friday Chronicles

We caught this commercial on TV today and I was, to say the least, floored. Lisa Kudrow's doing commercials? Really?? Is this what she's reduced to? Or am I missing a key piece of Hollywood news?



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We're pulling out all the stops with my job search, not just looking at professional/career-type positions but ones in retail too. It's a temporary thing to create a bit of a stop-gap until something more, um, financially rewarding comes along. So today I tried like hell to apply for a job at Wal-Mart and of the three different stores I went to, NONE OF THEM had working kiosks to apply. Love that craptastic Wal-Fart. I did manage to put in an application at Target.

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We laid a fish to rest this morning. You remember the fish? And the Moor? All of yesterday, he kept floating his way behind the return ramp for the filter and getting trapped. I kept having to take the lid off, pick up the filter/motor contraption and wait for him to frantically swim out. Then, just as I fed them for the evening and was going to turn out the light, I noticed a lump on his lower abdomen. I did some research online and found out that it was probably one of two things. It could have been a) a tumor which, unless you want to take your goldfish to the vet, is incurable; or b) some kind of worm which, if it gets too big and it bursts out of the fish (effectively killing the fish), can be swallowed or otherwise absorbed by other fish in the tank and will eventually kill them. I didn't want to explain six dead fish to my daughter. Rob insisted we take a look at it the next day and this morning, the lump was not only still there but some of it had turned white and clearish stuff was making its way out. Gross, I know. I tasked Rob with removing the fish and giving Beth her first lesson in death via a trip to the toilet. She seemed to take it well. We went with the lesson of: sometimes animals - and people - get sick and they don't get better, and then they have to go away. I imagine it'll be a bit harder when a grandparent passes away, but hopefully she'll be much older.

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And finally, my baby turned into a little man today. He got his first haircut. His curls were getting wild on the back and it wasn't a cute kind of wild. It was a, "Wow...his parents must never comb his hair. He looks like he just got out of bed!" Initially, we tried to just use scissors but when he wouldn't hold his head still - and when Rob took a HUGE chunk off the back - we had to get out the clippers. The first guard we tried was the 1", which trimmed it down but still looked weird because he seems to have a natural mohawk: thick up the middle and down the back, but thin on the sides. So we used the 1/2" guard and he went from this...

to this...




*sniffle*