Oh Brother!: Testing, Testing, 1, 2, 3

In college my best friend and I drove to Hilton Head to visit another buddy who was spending the summer doing a little work and a lot of play. We filled up the Geo Storm, popped a couple no doz, and picked up a cup of coffee. We drove through the night listening to the Jewel "Pieces of Me" CD no less than 500 times. I still remember breaking out American Idol style "I never put white towels on the floor anymore cause, dreams last for so long even after your gone, you meant for me, and I was meant for yoooooou" (insert your best Jewel impression there). We were nuts.

I also remember getting to the apartment Courtney was staying in that summer and what felt like 20 girls trying to get ready at the same time. Mad chaos. It was there and then that I was introduced to my addiction. Lancome Definicils mascara. I borrowed some of Courtney's and the way it made my lashes look was sick. I was hooked. For years if I had to buy cheap lipstick, foundation, whatever, I always splurged on the mascara.

Then it happened. I was at Target and was in need of mascara. Not only was it time to throw the tube away, but Duncan had also just gotten over pink eye and it is always a good time to replace when the potential of pink eye is in the house. I did not have time to head over to Sephora and while at Target I noticed E.L.F mascara for three bucks. Sold. I got it home and the brush was pretty much identical to my Definicils. I was literally about to jump out of my skin thinking that this mascara was going to pass the test (I have tried multiple others but always went back to the good stuff). After a couple of days of wearing it, I realized that it failed the test. While the application was great the tar like substance in the tube made me look as if I was a herion addict. Not good.

So you might have stopped reading, or you might be asking yourself "what in the heck does this have to do with Oh! Brother?" Well, other than really wanting to share my mascara story, Wip has also tested me this week. He has tested me in ways that really make me want to throw up my hands and say "fine, just be a jerk". If there was a "send back" button I might have tried it. I took away his toys out of his room, banned him from the TV all weekend (oh yes, I did), and continually had talk after talk after talk about his behavior. At the end of the day, he is three, and while I will not give up in the quest to not raise a jerk, I also need to know that this parenting thing is not a cake walk. We had a jam packed weekend which for the most part was tons of fun, I am just hoping this week Wip passes the test and goes back to being the sweet boy that I know he is inside.