Today I went, for the fourth day in a row, to the hospital to get my transfusion of headache medicine. Not the hospital that is ten minutes from my house, that would be too easy. Since we just paid nearly $400 to the schools to register, $100 to WalMart for school supplies, $200 to the eye doctor for new glasses, and who knows what to the mall for jeans without holes, we feel like spending all of our extra money on gas to drive 45 minutes instead of ten. It's really great. And, I'm sure these transfusions that I am admitted to the ER for every day are going to be really cheap, too. Fantastic.
Today, at the hospital, nature called, so I found the ladies room. It was gigantic. I am not kidding. They could have fit at least four stalls in there, plus a nice sink, and possibly a massage table or counter with fancy perfumes. Probably even one of those guys that holds your towel for you and gives you breath mints. But, no, just one lone toilet in the corner about a mile away from the door.
I don't know about you, but I like some room in the public restroom--nothing like hitting your knees on the stall door as you do your business. Yuck. Not to mention standing in the toilet to open the door back up. But, a room large and empty enough to echo my every move was just a bit creepy. And freezing. And, frankly, a little excessive. I'm betting my hospital bill costs five dollars more just to pay the taxes on the piece of land the ladies room sits on. I really wanted to check out the men's room, too, but the nurse was waiting for me. It's my goal for tomorrow. Well, that and try really hard to not get sick after my transfusion and most definitely get rid of my headache so I don't have to do this again next week.
Oh, and there's a Cold Stone right by the hospital that King promised to take me to. We are going there for sure. It has a minuscule bathroom. Although, the treats at Cold Stone are so much better than at the hospital, I'd stand in their toilet any day. (Um, not really. Gross.)
August 13, 2009
August 12, 2009
What A Difference A Year Makes
First day of school, August 2008:
First day of school, August 2009:
They've grown up so much! They all had a good day. Snow White and Sleeping Beauty love their new teacher. He's funny, he loves giraffes, and his favorite color is orange.
Cinderella is sure that her Family and Consumer Science teacher doesn't like her because when she asked Cinderella what a syllabus is, Cinderella wasn't sure how to describe it. Cinderella was also severely disappointed that not one of her teachers noticed she was reading Jane Austen. She waited until yesterday to start reading Pride and Prejudice so that her teachers might think she's smart. Tomorrow, she is going to read it with the cover up higher, so people can read it. Classic.
First day of school, August 2009:
They've grown up so much! They all had a good day. Snow White and Sleeping Beauty love their new teacher. He's funny, he loves giraffes, and his favorite color is orange.Cinderella is sure that her Family and Consumer Science teacher doesn't like her because when she asked Cinderella what a syllabus is, Cinderella wasn't sure how to describe it. Cinderella was also severely disappointed that not one of her teachers noticed she was reading Jane Austen. She waited until yesterday to start reading Pride and Prejudice so that her teachers might think she's smart. Tomorrow, she is going to read it with the cover up higher, so people can read it. Classic.
August 11, 2009
Challenged
Last night we went to the school's "Welcome Back Challenge Students" meeting. (Don't you think "Challenge" is a strange name for a G/T class? Every time I say it, I feel like my kids have challenges, (which they do, by the way, but not in the learning department, mostly. Well, maybe they do.) My sister's school district calls it LIFT or something. But, I think it stands for "Learning is Fun Together", which is pretty lame,. So Challenge is fine. Whatever. Why am I off on this tangent anyway?) It's our fourth and last year going. Sometimes I wonder if we should go since we know all the information. But in the end, we always go. Maybe to support the school, but probably because the girls like to see their friends and love the hot dog dinner they are served. I like not making dinner, that's for sure. And, I guess I like supporting the school, too.
This year, we got to meet the girls' new teacher. He's nice. He's young. I feel old. It's his first year teaching in a classroom, I believe, which could bode well for us, or be not so good. You never know. It will be a good year, though. We're excited to get back to school. And by "we", I mean me. I like the routine, although I do miss the girls when they are at school (at least part of the day.)
I suppose the girls are a little excited. Snow White misses playing soccer at recess, and Sleeping Beauty misses chatting with her friends. Cinderella doesn't care one way or the other, which is how she feels about nearly anything I ask her opinion on. She can't be bothered.
The fee for fifth grade registration this year is $102.50. Each. Ouch. King was appalled, until I told him seventh grade was $150. "Yes," he said, making sure he was loud enough for the twins to hear, "but Cinderella's worth it."
SB and SW acted shocked and offended. Cinderella acted proud and superior. Although, I'm not really sure she was acting. She is nearly thirteen, you know, and knows just about everything. And, judging from the massive count down paper chain she made for her room, I think she's pretty sure her birthday is the most important thing happening this year. When she can be bothered enough to care, anyway. I think I need a Challenge class on how to live with a teenager. Yikes.
This year, we got to meet the girls' new teacher. He's nice. He's young. I feel old. It's his first year teaching in a classroom, I believe, which could bode well for us, or be not so good. You never know. It will be a good year, though. We're excited to get back to school. And by "we", I mean me. I like the routine, although I do miss the girls when they are at school (at least part of the day.)
I suppose the girls are a little excited. Snow White misses playing soccer at recess, and Sleeping Beauty misses chatting with her friends. Cinderella doesn't care one way or the other, which is how she feels about nearly anything I ask her opinion on. She can't be bothered.
The fee for fifth grade registration this year is $102.50. Each. Ouch. King was appalled, until I told him seventh grade was $150. "Yes," he said, making sure he was loud enough for the twins to hear, "but Cinderella's worth it."
SB and SW acted shocked and offended. Cinderella acted proud and superior. Although, I'm not really sure she was acting. She is nearly thirteen, you know, and knows just about everything. And, judging from the massive count down paper chain she made for her room, I think she's pretty sure her birthday is the most important thing happening this year. When she can be bothered enough to care, anyway. I think I need a Challenge class on how to live with a teenager. Yikes.
August 9, 2009
The Garbage Monster
You ever have one of those days where some unknown creature takes possession of your body and totally loses it with your kids? And, after it's all over, your throat hurts from screaming? And, you just sort of want to crawl into a hole and sleep for a few minutes, or hours, or days? Well, probably you never have, but I have. And I don't like those days, or at least those monstrous minutes of them.
Today started out fine. We went to church, (and had no wardrobe problems before church, which is great.) It was a nice meeting, and, despite my head feeling like it was going to explode, and the whole dizzy every time I closed my eyes thing, I was glad to be there. The kids in Primary were especially funny and charming today, and we had a quiet afternoon around here.
And then, something hit the fan. I'm not sure what it was, but all of the sudden, kids needed to be in bed, daddy wasn't here, and because of the short temper of one of my children, the kitchen garbage was tipped over and cascaded across the floor. The floor that I spent nearly all of my energy, a mere two days ago, mopping. Well, let's just say it wasn't pretty, and I'm not talking about the garbage. Nothing like screaming out of control to make a bad headache worse. And, I'm pretty sure the whole "you need to learn to control your temper" lecture seems pretty ridiculous coming from a red-faced monster.
The mess was cleaned up, the children were put in bed, Daddy came home, and I sat down and read. Lucky for me, what I chose to read was an article entitled Respect and Reverence, where I read these words:
"May I suggest that our ability and our credibility to exemplify reverence for God is strengthened as we show respect for each other. In today’s society, the standards of decorum, dignity, and courtesy are assailed on every side and in every form of media. As parents and leaders, our examples of respect for each other are critical for our youth and children because they are watching not only the media—they are watching us! Are we the examples we need to be?
So, I aim to be a better example of reverence for Deity by treating His children that are living in my home with more respect and reverence. Change will come, and I'm glad it'll be quiet. We had enough loud for tonight. And, just so you know, I am also not ever again asking my daughter to do something foolish like brush her teeth instead of watch TV when she is standing next to a full garbage that is just begging to be tipped over. Won't have to learn from that stinking mistake twice.
Today started out fine. We went to church, (and had no wardrobe problems before church, which is great.) It was a nice meeting, and, despite my head feeling like it was going to explode, and the whole dizzy every time I closed my eyes thing, I was glad to be there. The kids in Primary were especially funny and charming today, and we had a quiet afternoon around here.
And then, something hit the fan. I'm not sure what it was, but all of the sudden, kids needed to be in bed, daddy wasn't here, and because of the short temper of one of my children, the kitchen garbage was tipped over and cascaded across the floor. The floor that I spent nearly all of my energy, a mere two days ago, mopping. Well, let's just say it wasn't pretty, and I'm not talking about the garbage. Nothing like screaming out of control to make a bad headache worse. And, I'm pretty sure the whole "you need to learn to control your temper" lecture seems pretty ridiculous coming from a red-faced monster.
The mess was cleaned up, the children were put in bed, Daddy came home, and I sat down and read. Lucky for me, what I chose to read was an article entitled Respect and Reverence, where I read these words:
"May I suggest that our ability and our credibility to exemplify reverence for God is strengthened as we show respect for each other. In today’s society, the standards of decorum, dignity, and courtesy are assailed on every side and in every form of media. As parents and leaders, our examples of respect for each other are critical for our youth and children because they are watching not only the media—they are watching us! Are we the examples we need to be?
Ask yourself these questions: Am I an example of respect in my home by the way I treat those I love the most? ..."
Gulp. And it continues, with more questions asked, and, sadly, more of my answers I didn't like much. Well, it's certain that I lost all credibility tonight, and I have some changing to do. But thankfully, these words were also in the talk, and I know they are true:
" 'While we may not see an immediate, miraculous transformation, as surely as the Lord lives, a quiet one will take place. The spiritual power in the lives of each member and in the Church will increase. The Lord will pour out his Spirit upon us more abundantly. We will be less troubled, less confused. We will find revealed answers to personal and family problems.' Ensign, Nov. 1991, 23"So, I aim to be a better example of reverence for Deity by treating His children that are living in my home with more respect and reverence. Change will come, and I'm glad it'll be quiet. We had enough loud for tonight. And, just so you know, I am also not ever again asking my daughter to do something foolish like brush her teeth instead of watch TV when she is standing next to a full garbage that is just begging to be tipped over. Won't have to learn from that stinking mistake twice.
August 7, 2009
The Last of Our Vacation Telling
Okay, how about one last vacation post? I know, I'm a bit tired of them too, but let's just get over it all in one fell swoop.
One day, we met my sister-in-law and cute nephews at the Gateway Children's Museum. The girls had a great time, and it was so nice to catch up with Jenn and see the boys. Why is it that kids seem to grow twice as fast when you're not around? Here they are being news reporters:
Everyone concentrated very hard on having a great time. Their favorite was making a ramp for a ping pong ball to go down. They spent forever on it. Very cute.
There was concentration all over the place. Lots of new things to learn and do.
It was great to play with them. If only we could live a little closer.
Later that day we stopped in at the Clark Planetarium. It was pretty interesting. King read a bunch of information and the rest of us wandered around the gift shop and took some pictures.
Then, we wandered over to Temple Square. 
It was lovely. We were hoping to run into our friends who are serving a church mission there, but they had already gone home after their shift.
Later that night, we headed to our friends' house. Monica and I went to college together, and now love to watch our girls get along so well. We had a great visit with them. Lots and lots of giggling and whispering.
We went to the Oquirrh Mountain Temple Open House with them; our second time. We loved it again. We also drove up to the Draper Temple that is minutes from their home. It was also lovely. 
From their house, we went to one of our Family Reunions. King and Cinderella flew home a few days later, and Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, and I went to the Oakley Rodeo for the 4th of July with our fabulous friends, Rob, Kristy, and kids. Actually, it was their grandpa that got us tickets and generously let us tag along. We loved every minute. Well, maybe not every one, some of those bull riders nearly gave me a heart attack. Scary. But, the girls were in heaven, and every time I glanced over at Snow White, her face looked like this:
She loved it. The next morning, we even walked down to meet the horses at the end of their driveway. 
It was so great to see our friends, even though it was a short visit. Yet another family we wish we lived closer to.
And, I think we'll just wrap it up there. This concludes the pictures and telling of our summer vacation. (Finally.) Just barely in time, too. School starts in a mere four days. Aaaaaah!
One day, we met my sister-in-law and cute nephews at the Gateway Children's Museum. The girls had a great time, and it was so nice to catch up with Jenn and see the boys. Why is it that kids seem to grow twice as fast when you're not around? Here they are being news reporters:
Everyone concentrated very hard on having a great time. Their favorite was making a ramp for a ping pong ball to go down. They spent forever on it. Very cute.
There was concentration all over the place. Lots of new things to learn and do.
It was great to play with them. If only we could live a little closer.Later that day we stopped in at the Clark Planetarium. It was pretty interesting. King read a bunch of information and the rest of us wandered around the gift shop and took some pictures.
Then, we wandered over to Temple Square. 
It was lovely. We were hoping to run into our friends who are serving a church mission there, but they had already gone home after their shift.Later that night, we headed to our friends' house. Monica and I went to college together, and now love to watch our girls get along so well. We had a great visit with them. Lots and lots of giggling and whispering.
We went to the Oquirrh Mountain Temple Open House with them; our second time. We loved it again. We also drove up to the Draper Temple that is minutes from their home. It was also lovely. 
From their house, we went to one of our Family Reunions. King and Cinderella flew home a few days later, and Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, and I went to the Oakley Rodeo for the 4th of July with our fabulous friends, Rob, Kristy, and kids. Actually, it was their grandpa that got us tickets and generously let us tag along. We loved every minute. Well, maybe not every one, some of those bull riders nearly gave me a heart attack. Scary. But, the girls were in heaven, and every time I glanced over at Snow White, her face looked like this:
She loved it. The next morning, we even walked down to meet the horses at the end of their driveway. 
It was so great to see our friends, even though it was a short visit. Yet another family we wish we lived closer to.
And, I think we'll just wrap it up there. This concludes the pictures and telling of our summer vacation. (Finally.) Just barely in time, too. School starts in a mere four days. Aaaaaah!
August 6, 2009
Well, Burst My Bubble
This summer, we all participated in our library's summer reading program. The girls read through the required reading time pretty quickly, and were entered into drawings for several prizes as a result. A lot of the drawings were ongoing throughout the summer, but the big ones at the end were what our princesses really had their eyes on. MP3 players, $25 gift cards, personal CD players, and a laptop were the desired prizes--the big ones.
The program ended last week, and after giving the slowpokes a few days to turn in their completed forms, the library held their drawings. Cinderella got a call yesterday afternoon to inform her that her name had been drawn for a prize and she had until Tuesday to come pick it up.
"What prize did you win?" I asked.
"I don't know. I didn't ask. I wanted to be surprised! I hope it's the laptop, but probably not. If it's not the laptop, I hope it's the MP3 player. I can't wait!"
"Well, all those ending prizes are pretty great. How exciting!"
"Can we go get it tonight?" she wanted to know.
Well, of course we were getting it tonight. I had visions of using a laptop dancing in my head. At the very least visions of Cinderella listening to her MP3 player in the van instead of arguing with her sisters. After dinner, we all loaded up to make the 20 minute drive to the main library branch. Where, upon entering, Cinderella was presented with the coveted prize of....
...a movie theater size box of Starbursts!!! Wahoo!!!
To say this was a letdown is an understatement. Cinderella smiled and accepted her prize, promptly telling her sisters that there was no way they would be getting a piece of her lousy prize. King grumbled that buying Cinderella Starbursts would have been cheaper than using the gas to drive to the library. I, always the positive one, said, "Well, that's pretty fun! Aren't you glad you recorded all those hours of reading?"
"Uh-huh," she responded, with the enthusiasm of a slug. We can't wait to sign up next summer!
The program ended last week, and after giving the slowpokes a few days to turn in their completed forms, the library held their drawings. Cinderella got a call yesterday afternoon to inform her that her name had been drawn for a prize and she had until Tuesday to come pick it up.
"What prize did you win?" I asked.
"I don't know. I didn't ask. I wanted to be surprised! I hope it's the laptop, but probably not. If it's not the laptop, I hope it's the MP3 player. I can't wait!"
"Well, all those ending prizes are pretty great. How exciting!"
"Can we go get it tonight?" she wanted to know.
Well, of course we were getting it tonight. I had visions of using a laptop dancing in my head. At the very least visions of Cinderella listening to her MP3 player in the van instead of arguing with her sisters. After dinner, we all loaded up to make the 20 minute drive to the main library branch. Where, upon entering, Cinderella was presented with the coveted prize of....
...a movie theater size box of Starbursts!!! Wahoo!!!To say this was a letdown is an understatement. Cinderella smiled and accepted her prize, promptly telling her sisters that there was no way they would be getting a piece of her lousy prize. King grumbled that buying Cinderella Starbursts would have been cheaper than using the gas to drive to the library. I, always the positive one, said, "Well, that's pretty fun! Aren't you glad you recorded all those hours of reading?""Uh-huh," she responded, with the enthusiasm of a slug. We can't wait to sign up next summer!
August 5, 2009
August 4, 2009
Celebration Time
Today is my anniversary. Not my wedding anniversary or even some creepy kind of anniversary (I don't understand people who celebrate the anniversary of the conception of their child, for instance) but today marks six months since I last took any Excedrin. Big deal, you think, lots of people can say that. But, you have to take into account that of those 183 days, I wanted, and needed, to take Excedrin for at least 150 of them. And that's being generous. I'm pretty sure I had a headache for about 181 1/2 of those days.
So, why did I torture myself? Well, the thing is, I get bounceback headaches, or a worse headache, when the medicine wears off, and then I need more, and then I take more, and then I start doing crazy things like thinking I am going to pass out because my stomach hurts and my heart is pounding out of my chest. Oh, AND it hardly ever works more than a tiny bit and then I can't stop taking it and then I feel worse and then I feel guilty because I feel worse and I've drugged myself and I knew that I shouldn't and I start taking my frustration out on my kids and my husband and my neighbors dumb dogs that won't start barking, and even on the nice cashier at Target, and it is just. NOT. GOOD. (Phew.)
Not to mention that more than one doctor of mine and several other "experts" online say that it can stay in your system for a while and that all it really does is compound my every day headache problem. So, I wanted to get it out of my system for good. So that I could say that any headache I have now is not a result of Excedrin. And because it is just not really a good idea to eat Excedrin like it is candy. Imagine that.
I think I thought if I could go without Excedrin, eventually my headaches would get better, or even go away. No such luck. I will say they are better than they were six months ago, but it's not because of the Excedrin, it's because of the other drugs, probably.
I'm sure none of you really care about my Excedrin habits, nor my neighbors dumb dog, but I will tell you that today is a huge day in my book. I can't believe I made it, and I have to say there is no way I could have done it without prayer and support from my family and definitely strength from heaven.
So, what next? What I really want to do is have a party and serve Excedrin and Sprite cocktails. But people might think that was wierd. So, instead, I am going to do what my new headache specialist doctor suggests, and that is to get an infusion through IV of medication to turn the "switch" in my head that is stuck at "on" to the "off" position. He thinks anyone who has had a headache for longer than three days qualifies, so I am definitely qualified. You ever heard of people that have five PhDs but they sell hot dogs for a living? I am THAT over qualified. So, I get five days of infusions instead of two and I get to do them next week.
If it doesn't work, I'm going back to my old plan: Over Dose on Excedrin. Only, this time, I'll see if I can get it in IV form. I don't even need the Sprite.
So, why did I torture myself? Well, the thing is, I get bounceback headaches, or a worse headache, when the medicine wears off, and then I need more, and then I take more, and then I start doing crazy things like thinking I am going to pass out because my stomach hurts and my heart is pounding out of my chest. Oh, AND it hardly ever works more than a tiny bit and then I can't stop taking it and then I feel worse and then I feel guilty because I feel worse and I've drugged myself and I knew that I shouldn't and I start taking my frustration out on my kids and my husband and my neighbors dumb dogs that won't start barking, and even on the nice cashier at Target, and it is just. NOT. GOOD. (Phew.)
Not to mention that more than one doctor of mine and several other "experts" online say that it can stay in your system for a while and that all it really does is compound my every day headache problem. So, I wanted to get it out of my system for good. So that I could say that any headache I have now is not a result of Excedrin. And because it is just not really a good idea to eat Excedrin like it is candy. Imagine that.
I think I thought if I could go without Excedrin, eventually my headaches would get better, or even go away. No such luck. I will say they are better than they were six months ago, but it's not because of the Excedrin, it's because of the other drugs, probably.
I'm sure none of you really care about my Excedrin habits, nor my neighbors dumb dog, but I will tell you that today is a huge day in my book. I can't believe I made it, and I have to say there is no way I could have done it without prayer and support from my family and definitely strength from heaven.
So, what next? What I really want to do is have a party and serve Excedrin and Sprite cocktails. But people might think that was wierd. So, instead, I am going to do what my new headache specialist doctor suggests, and that is to get an infusion through IV of medication to turn the "switch" in my head that is stuck at "on" to the "off" position. He thinks anyone who has had a headache for longer than three days qualifies, so I am definitely qualified. You ever heard of people that have five PhDs but they sell hot dogs for a living? I am THAT over qualified. So, I get five days of infusions instead of two and I get to do them next week.
If it doesn't work, I'm going back to my old plan: Over Dose on Excedrin. Only, this time, I'll see if I can get it in IV form. I don't even need the Sprite.
August 2, 2009
You're Never Fully Dressed...
We were driving to church this morning, discussing the attitude of respect in our actions and dress when we go to church. I know God is no respecter of persons, and doesn't care if we're looking fabulous, or if we are dressed in rags, but going to church dressed in our best is an outward expression of our love and devotion to following Christ. It just helps us get in the right frame of mind sometimes when we do, or wear, something out of the ordinary.
So, we were talking about our shoes and our clothes and our clean, showered bodies, and Snow White said, "Mom, you should get your hair cut before next week."
"Yeah, I do need to get my hair cut soon, it's been too long."
"Yep," she explained, "it's just that all of us in the family now have cute, stylish haircuts. Except you. You need to get cuter hair."
Well, okay then. Add it to my to-do list. I can't be the only one without stylish hair, now, can I? Thanks for pointing that out.
So, we were talking about our shoes and our clothes and our clean, showered bodies, and Snow White said, "Mom, you should get your hair cut before next week."
"Yeah, I do need to get my hair cut soon, it's been too long."
"Yep," she explained, "it's just that all of us in the family now have cute, stylish haircuts. Except you. You need to get cuter hair."
Well, okay then. Add it to my to-do list. I can't be the only one without stylish hair, now, can I? Thanks for pointing that out.
August 1, 2009
Walking Where Lincoln Walked
On our way to St. Louis this week, we stopped off in Springfield, IL, the home of Abraham Lincoln. We saw a few of the historical sites, and had a delicious lunch--in the hospital cafeteria. Mostly because it was right next door to the museum, but also because we are lame. We didn't want to waste our energy walking all over to find food (which really was right down the street--we passed it later), and since we parked by the hospital, I figured they would have food inside. They did. And I had a really, truly delicious black bean and corn quesadilla. We joked and told the girls that we were going to write a book about hospital cafeteria food and that those were the only places we were going to eat on the whole trip. Cinderella said we were embarrassing. She does have some evidence of this. Look at this picture:
I mean, what in the world is King doing in that picture? It is a little embarrassing, but minding our own business eating in a lovely (and cool, old, charming) cafeteria is totally normal.
So, anyway, Springfield and Lincoln. We liked it. We saw some cool things. I liked his house and learning about him renting his family pew at the church. The decor in their home was wild. Carpets and wallpapers and curtains all different, bold patterns that did not seem to match or blend. The pictures don't really do them justice. It would have driven me crazy, but that was the style then.
There was one room I could have spent a few hours in without going crazy. That was the nanny/maid's room(appropriate, right?), plain and simple, but very tiny. 
We also visited the Lincoln Tomb. It was a nice monument.
And, why is Lincoln's nose all shiny? Because all the hoodlums who come see the monument have to touch Lincoln's nose for good luck.
Yes, those hoodlums belong to me. Talk about embarrassing. I mean, who would take pictures of that? And admit it? Yep, Cinderella should totally be concerned. She's doomed to live a teenagehood of embarrassment.
I mean, what in the world is King doing in that picture? It is a little embarrassing, but minding our own business eating in a lovely (and cool, old, charming) cafeteria is totally normal.So, anyway, Springfield and Lincoln. We liked it. We saw some cool things. I liked his house and learning about him renting his family pew at the church. The decor in their home was wild. Carpets and wallpapers and curtains all different, bold patterns that did not seem to match or blend. The pictures don't really do them justice. It would have driven me crazy, but that was the style then.
There was one room I could have spent a few hours in without going crazy. That was the nanny/maid's room(appropriate, right?), plain and simple, but very tiny. 
We also visited the Lincoln Tomb. It was a nice monument.
And, why is Lincoln's nose all shiny? Because all the hoodlums who come see the monument have to touch Lincoln's nose for good luck.
Yes, those hoodlums belong to me. Talk about embarrassing. I mean, who would take pictures of that? And admit it? Yep, Cinderella should totally be concerned. She's doomed to live a teenagehood of embarrassment.
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