12 Ways to Sort Barbies or "How I Lost My Sanity Living with All These Dolls"

If one were to sort 113 Barbies into two separate toy bins, what would be the most logical distinguishing characteristics by which to separate them? Because, of course, logic is of utmost importance when you're dealing with a pile of plastic and unruly hair. And, NO, throwing them all in the trash is NOT an option.

These are your options:

1. Blond vs. Brunette
2. Dark skinned vs. Light skinned (Segregation? Can we do that?)
3. Princess vs. Working Woman
4. Clothed vs. Naked
5. Plasticized underwear vs. Going commando
6. Those that change color when wet vs. Those that don't
7. Those that are water logged and shall forever remain "Bath Barbies" vs. Those that are not
8. Big Feet vs. Little Feet (yes, some Barbies do have giant Sasquatch feet. I think they are the more athletic ones. Next category please....)
9. Athletic vs. Fashionista
10. Made in Indonesia vs. Made in China
11. Those with Stars on their Bellies vs. Those with None upon Thars
    

and, last but not least, in my house:

12. Has all hands and limbs vs. Amputee

Confession, 7/14/09

The loose end of the toilet paper in public restrooms freaks me out more than the toilet seat itself. NEVER USE IT.

Boggle Blogger

No, it's not news or noteworthy, but just an interesting tid-bit: our local antique "mall" had a "Vintage" Boggle game from 1980, all pieces entact, for $5!! I bought it!

My grandma, mom and I used to play this all the time. Now Kennedy is enjoying it. She prefers lining up all the letters in a neat row on the table....

I love the box art -- the finger nails, the Steno pad, the 80s font. They just don't make 'em like they used to....

This Rocks

I love her quirky obsessive compulsive behaviors. These are rocks placed inside hairbands. Not as bad as the time she put matching colored beads in the hairbands, but still, pretty funny.

It's a cold, sad Valentines night and I have nothing better to do right now than gripe about it on my blog (and facebook). Grandma was supposed to come to Austin to babysit while Turner & I went out for a nice dinner. Alone. She got the flu yesterday, so had to cancel, understandably. I'm hoping that there's at least a movie-on-demand that can lift my spirits. Some cheesy romantic comedy. I may have to watch 30 Rock again - Thursday's episode was hilarious, speaking of CHEESY (stew).