Monday, March 31, 2008

A Picture

A picture is worth a thousand words is a proverb that refers to the idea that complex stories can be described with just a single still image, or that an image may be more influential than a substantial amount of text.

















Here's to Tuesday....

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Da da da da

C'est tres tres chaud. Ooh la la.

(let's hope she's bringing the gap-between-the-front-teeth trend back. I like it.)

Friday, March 28, 2008

Mean People Suck

I have always rooted for the underdog. I have always scooped up the strays, fed them, cared for them, etc. It's just my nature. More often than not it has led me to great disappointment but, alas, it is my nature.

I have been lucky enough to make some wonderful friends through the ether of this blogosphere I find myself in. I recently went through a rather traumatic experience and, much to my pleasant surprise, these people that I have never met (at least in a non-virtual way) were there for me. In the quietest and most supportive of ways. For once, I felt the reciprocity of kindness and it renewed my faith in the Universe. And in people. (thank you to you wonderful, wonderful people....and you know who you are)

So this leads me to my issue today. Mean. People. Suck. There are far too many selfish, money-grubbing, materialistic, self-righteous, self-serving schmoes out there in the world that just can't STAND for someone to have a little luck. A little success. And they piss me off. Big time. Emily Martin has recently enjoyed some recognition for her incredible talent and success and some people just couldn't let her enjoy it. For one second. What is wrong with people anyway?

I believe in karma and I know these idiots will get what they give but still. It infuriates me. So please, if you have the inclination to say or do something nasty to someone, do us all a favor and think twice. The world is a hard enough place to deal with as it is.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Firemonsters and the like...


Thank you Momlogic.  Thank you so, so very much.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

The Thin Line Between Love and Hate

Remember this scene?

(The good part is right around 1:25 but it's so worth the investment to watch the entire thing)

It's kind of a joke to say that I like Target. It's more like I looooooooooooooooooooooove Target and really need to find a support group to deal with my love for Target. It's gotten so bad at times that I send the husband to Target to pick up various sundries because I just simply can not control myself. (sad, but true)

And, damn you Isaac, you are not making my life any easier.



Damn you.




Daaaaaaaaamn you and your fabulous, girly dresses.






















And it's not just Isaac that is taunting me....























It's a dressapalooza.....























And it really doesn't help matters that I have two daughters.























That I love to dress in fabulous, girly dresses.
























And, of course, I have to buy two of everything.























I hate you Target.  I really hate you.  I hate you (she whispers).  

Yes, I see a support group in my future. But at least I'll be fabulously dressed.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

To Hair is Human

Everywhere I go, there are adorable, up-to-the-minute hairstyles. Mine is not one of them. I rival many a newscaster with my grown out, molded to my head, so-called "bob". I painstakingly wash, dry, straighten and smooth out my hair every morning (all the while telling my girls "just a minute....give mommy just a minute".....baaaaaaaaad mommy) only to throw it in a ponytail.

Yet again.

Right now, I luuuuuuuuuuuurv me some bangs.



Cute short bangs.




Soft, sideswept bangs.




Cool bangs (with glasses, even bettah.)

(Girl Howdy, quite simply, you rock.)



And my personal fave (even if it doesn't work for an old broad like me)....the Bettie bangs.


To bang or not to bang. That is the question.

I need a hair intervention. Care to help a sistah out?

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

In the Pink

This picture really captures everything I feel right now.

(And I know there are some of you out there that will really get it. Thank you, lovies.) 

Monday, March 17, 2008

Blarney. Puh-SHAH.

I hate St. Patrick's day and nothing you say will ever change that.

This, however, makes it bearable.

Friday, March 14, 2008

If it had been a snake....

As usual, I read one of my favorite blogs this morning and Amanda inspired me as she always seems to do.

"And with new eyes - as they give me so many times - I looked around and saw things just a little bit differently."

This line really spoke to me as I constantly see my surroundings and the world in a whole new light, courtesy of my little kiddos. Yesterday we registered our first baby for Kindergarten. KINDERGARTEN. How did this happen? It was the first time in my life that I was excited about school. Too bad the soon-to-be kindergartner didn't feel the same way. She's been adamant about the fact that she does not want to go to school but once she scored the free t-shirt she was on board in the biggest of ways.

Here's another way my children have inspired me. I think one of the biggest gifts I've gotten from having them in my life is learning how to let go and be silly. They, and their father, have really opened my eyes to the fact that being goofy and having a daily guffaw is fun. And, more importantly, necessary.

Here's a daily guffaw for you:


(This show airs daily on the Cartoon Network and I highly recommend TiVo'ing it for endless guffaw options)

Saturday, March 8, 2008

For The Birds

Recently, we've started thrifting again.  It started with a mission to find good backyard toys (without having to pay the ridiculous prices for brand new toys that will be left out in the rain and hot sun anyway) and kids books (I've found some real gems so far).  

I've been meaning to share this little guy for awhile now.  I guess I should say "gal" as she has been affectionately named Fifi (she has an "F" on the underside of her feet).  She was grabbed on the way to the register (daddy was wrangling two tired kiddos and I was paying as quickly as possible so as to rush home for naps) so it wasn't until we got her home that we realized what a treasure she is.  She is made of iron not wood as originally thought and she's just, well, cute.

Now don't misunderstand....I have a serious issue with real birds.  I think it started when I was twelve with the parakeets I "inherited" from the kids of the guy my dad took command from in Germany that really sealed my dislike of birds.  Not only did they smell and were just, well, gross but they would NOT shut up.  

I hated those birds. (who were named, ironically enough, Peaches and Herb.  I hate you Peaches and Herb. Still.)  I found it comforting to find out recently that I am not alone in this contempt and sometimes fear of birds.  

But I still love my faux birds who are nice and quiet and don't stink up the joint.

Friday, March 7, 2008

I Am Hormone, Hear Me Roar

Ladies, sometimes our hormones are a good thing. Yes, you heard me correctly.....a good thing. I managed to clean our home from top to bottom (not the quickie-clean-up-for-guests-showing-up-in-five-minutes but the serious, deep clean, here-comes-spring type of cleaning) and somehow enjoyed it while I was doing it.

I know, I know....hormones makes us crazy.

But here's the thing....I have this one playlist on my trusty iPod that really helps me put a wiggle in it and here is the lovely lady at the top of the list.

Take it away, Nikka.



(If you don't have Nikka on your iPod, I urge you to get thee to iTunes and download. Posthaste.)

Thursday, March 6, 2008

Let's Talk

Oh Isaac, how I adore you.

There are a few people I'd really, really love to meet and Isaac is in the Top 3, without question.