Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Sh*t Happens.

No introduction necessary.

Enjoy!

Monday, April 28, 2008

Yeah, What She Said.

One of the funnest (yes, that is a word....in my world) aspects of reading the blogs of my newly adopted and admired friends is that I get to learn more about them each time I log in.  I stumbled upon Nik's blog in the strangest of ways (Frances Bean Cobain Google image search....who woulda thunk it?) but am ohsoglad I did.  She really makes me guffaw on an almost daily basis but, more importantly, I feel like I can relate to her.

This blog entry really hit home and saved me from the "what in the heck do I have to say today?" problem I find all too often. And, in typical jump-on-the-bandwagon form, here's my response to her faboo video she shared (just imagine the planning that went into that dance!).



Nik's wedding picture she shared was beyond cool (and she's preggo in that pic? cool, hip AND a mama.....gah!) and it made me quite nostalgic about my own wedding. We ran off to Vegas (truth be told, we planned it all out months in advance) and got hitched at the Flamingo. The longer I'm married to my man, the more I realize just how perfect that wedding was for us. (although, word to the wise, NEVER get married in Vegas at the end of July. Never.) And because I'm feeling all nostalgic and sappy and mushy....here's a few pics to share:

(Pre-wedding drinks. Can you tell we needed them?)


(Post-wedding bliss....and relief. We did it!)

So to answer the question posed by Miz Nik, we didn't have a wedding dance song but "our" song is Elvis' "So Glad You're Mine"....close enough!

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Pork and Beans.

Thank you God. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU.

That is all.

(Oh, and this too. It will always be my favorite version of Pork and Beans.)

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Photo Challenge

I can't even keep track of which fabulous dame put me in touch with Emily Pie (although I'm pretty sure it was Miz Suz....all-knowing of the fabulosity out there in the blogosphere)...actually, now that I think of it, it was a culmination of fabulous dames...my two faves Suzanne and Nik (Miz Young and Hip...if I didn't adore her so much I'd hate her).

Anywho, Emily has this wonderfully fun to look at and wonderfully fun to participate in Photo Challenge every week.  I was really perplexed by this week's challenge as it's still cold here and trying to think of something "hot" was not an easy task for me.  But, as usual, the real gems are hidden in the every day mundane tasks of existence.

My submission:



The enthusiasm from my girls to participate in this challenge was off the scales. And, thus, a new challenge was born! I give you my photo challenge of the week "Motion". Please oh please oh PLEASE participate.







Make Believe

I had no intention of watching this movie last night. But I couldn't keep my eyes off of it. And I'm glad I couldn't because it was FANTASTIC. Very bittersweet (and a tad hard to watch in some spots) but so, so very good.


And on a happier note (and in an effort to get my arse motivated and out of my woe-is-me slump), here's a lil sumpin sumpin to get your moneymaker going for today. (and yes, it's been added to the hormone-induced-mad-frenzy-to-clean-the-house playlist)



Enjoy!

Monday, April 21, 2008

1,2,3.....JUMP!

I am taking the leap. 

No more working for the Man.
Wish me luck.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

The Truth Hurts

My pal Suzanne is one of my favorite writers/bloggers.  She amuses me to no end and is a shining example of a good human (even in her own exciting moment with the attention she's getting for her blog she takes the time to cheer me on....Suzanne, you are the best).  She recently got her own blog in the OC Register and this article really touched a nerve.  After reading all of the snarky comments from the holier-than-thous (or maybe they are really unhappy with their lives?) it just made me laugh.

Come on people, get a sense of humor.  I find it flabbergasting some of the comments people leave on blogs (even on my own).  I wonder what some of these people would think or feel if someone spoke to them in that way?  Or made snarky comments about their children, family, friends, loved ones in the way they do?  

I know the truth hurts but the one-upsmanship hurts more.  Play nice, people.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

The blues ain't nothin but a good man feelin' bad.

The Blues is Life.
-Brownie McGhee


I think by now you might have figured out that I'm a bit of a music fan. And my love of music knows no bounds....I love it all.

I won't go into a bunch of blather about one of my favorite performers, John Nemeth (always will be known to me as Fat John but he has long since shed the baby fat), but suffice it to say if he's coming to a town near you GO and see him.

This is only one shining example of his work.



And when you go to see him (and you're gonna go, right? Right?) Tell 'im Nono sent ya.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

A One-Ah and a Two-Ah...

As I mentioned in yesterday's post, we had some amazing weekend weather (only to be met today with amazingly bad weather reminiscent of a week ago....Spring, you are a mean spirited biyatch sometimes). One of the many outdoor activities we indulged in was The Hippity Hop. Now, I realize that the hippity hop isn't necessarily an "activity" but, you see, in our house it just is.

Case in point:

Let the Hippity Hop Experiment commence!

She indulges me yet again. ("Please? Please? I want to get some pictures of you on the hippity hop!")


Hippity Hop Experiment, Take Two.
(Finally, the ridiculously long legs come in handy.)


Hippity Hop Experiment, Take Three.
(She looks rather unhappy but, I can assure you, she was having a good time.)


Hippity Hop Experiment, Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand Cut!
(Never in a million zillion years could I have asked for a better action
shot. This is undoubtedly going into the "For Future Blackmail and Humiliation" Folder.)

Monday, April 14, 2008

Aim for the stars and maybe you'll reach the sky.

Finally, a challenge I enjoy. We had a delicious weekend composed of long walks around the neighborhood, yard work (hey, it is fun when your parents aren't forcing you to do it), open windows letting in the fresh air, drinks on the patio and much frolicking about in the 80 degree temps (can you believe 80 degree temps after this last week?!). While soaking up the rays and watching the girls play in the sprinkler I sat on the patio ruminating over my future post about this. As usual, Suzanne's blog inspires and motivates me in more ways than I can explain, (please stop what you are doing right this very second and read her column at the OC Register. I mean it. Go. NOW.) but this particular post was something I wanted to jump on the bandwagon about.

This morning, as I set out to read my favorite blogs from my favorite people, I was so very happy to find that Nik had beaten me to the punch.  How lucky am I to know of these amazing blogs but, more importantly, these amazing (and amazingly funny) people?  Nik....you rock.  Thank you for the props (and the props for my kickass niece!) and you know they go right back atcha.

So, here are my contributions to the photo challenge of the week.  
Thank you EmilyPie and thank you superawesomefantasticamazinglysmartamazinglyfunnyandamazinglywonderfulblogfriends.  You make my day. Every day.

The pergola over our patio that I spent many an hour under this past weekend.


Our magnificent magnolia tree just about to burst in sweet, heady blooms.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Maybe I'm Not That Old After All

I was listening to the radio on the way home yesterday (usually a very frustrating exercise for me) and ran across a song that I really, quite surprisingly, loved. I couldn't figure out who it was but found out it was this this fabulous song.

I was already committed to the idea of purchasing the album but then I saw this and it pretty much sealed the deal.

Wowie wow wow (thank you, The Continental).

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Slight Setback

One of the many things I love about living where I do is that we have four distinct seasons. I am not a huge fan of winter but know it is a necessary evil. This time of year when I am not even able to look at a sweater it is particularly painful waiting for the real spring-like temperatures to start. Without fail, Mother Nature tricks us into thinking it's finally time for warm weather and sunshine and then this happens.



That Mother Nature has a wicked sense of humor. Lucky for her, I'm able to laugh it off with the 70 degree weather forecasted for this weekend.

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Look Ma!

Not many things prompt me to feel the need to pimp someone's exceptional abilities on the blog but this definitely qualifies.

I know I’m biased as I am her biggest fan but, in spite of that, I do think she is one of the most talented writers I’ve ever encountered. (one of the many special gifts her Momma gave her)

Way. To. GO!

Monday, April 7, 2008

Buzzkill

The first few exhilarating days of motherhood are mainly comprised of relief (yay! that baby is finally OUT) and terror (I'm somebody's MOM?!). The ping-ponging emotions fueled by hormones and exaggerated from the new wonky "sleep" schedule are enough to make you wonder what you signed up for. But nothing, I repeat, nothing makes you feel more like a parent than when your kid starts playing with the neighbor-kids.

My soon-to-be five year old is a social butterfly just like her mother. She has no fear in showing her unabashed affection for the neighbor-girls who are three years her senior. Once she spots the kids playing outside it's all elbows and a-holes in our household to get the required clothing for playing outside. I could hardly contain my excitement the first time they were all playing together. Channeling June Cleaver, I sent out snacks and juice cups just to make the playing-outside-experience even more fun. Okay, okay. The truth is it was all bribery in the hopes I would be dubbed the Cool Mom. Sure, I pushed dinner back 15 then 20 then 30 minutes just so she wouldn't have that mom nagging to come in already.


Growing up with The Colonel was no cakewalk. There were too many times I care to count when he would come outside, bellowing for me to come in, all the while terrifying my never-would-be friends. Our dinner hour was written in stone and there was no fudging that rule. And don't even think about sleepovers or playdates....it just wasn't worth the hassle.


As you can imagine, when faced with this next hurdle in my quest to be the perfect parent I, well, overshot the goal. I learned the hard way. I let those little monsters walk all over me and paid dearly for it. But, when the next play time opportunity presented itself, I was ready.


So, while I hone my skills as the Cool Mom who won't take any crap, please to enjoy the mamarazzi pics:
















(let the mayhem begin!)

















(Note: Ramona in the top left - missing shoe, Jada on the picnic table - missing shoe, Payton in the right corner - losing pants)



















(Remind me why we adults don't play like this?)



















(I know I should've been refereeing this but come on...)

Sunday, April 6, 2008

Rock Bottom

I watched this movie months ago but caught it again this morning and felt compelled to share.  If you haven't watched it, I urge you to.  It won't make you rich or more intellectual but it will touch your heart. (unless, of course, you are cold and dead inside)



(And Suz, if you're reading this, it has Morrissey in it....need I say more?)

Saturday, April 5, 2008

Vive la France!

I'm starting to realize that I, indeed, am a Francophile. Is it because my name is French? Is it because my first boyfriend in kindergarten (apparently I'm a ho-ish Francophile?) was French?

I was lucky enough to attend two of my high school years in the Netherlands and, because of my wonderful experiences there, I've always had a particular love for all things Dutch. But, recently, I've started to notice there are a lot of things Francais in my life and in my world. I have a ridiculous amount of French pop music on my iPod. I use a startling amount of cosmetics and skin care products all originating from France. When organizing our DVD collection I noticed all of our foreign films are French. When procuring more Madeleine books for my oldest daughter (who, thankfully, loves that precocious Miz M as much as I do) I couldn't resist a few copies in, you guessed it, French. Is this something I should be concerned about?

Mais non! Amusez vous bien!


(thank you Esteban...je t'aime beaucoup!)

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Like, omigod. Totally.

I need to go on the record as saying that I am not a Scooby Doo fan. Never have been. Never will be. Much to my surprise (and chagrin), my four year old is a fan of Scooby Doo (or, as she prefers to call him, “Scooby Dooby Dooby”). Let me tell you, that is a huge leap from all things princess and ballerina. It has become a regular habit to get our last fix of Scooby before bedtime (hey, I’m only human) and last night was no exception.

Whilst doing my best to ignore “ruh-roh Raggy!” in the background, I poked around my friend (and she is my friend, people, even if we have never laid eyes on each other) Suz’s blog to read some of her archives (this is a must-read even if you are not subjected to Scooby torture). One particular archive entry really brought me back to the shame and horror of my teen years in the 80’s. The only consolation while reading this hilarity was that I was not alone in my goofiness at that age.

I’ve been rather nostalgic lately. Seems like every corner I turn has some vestige of my youth. I’ll admit…sometimes I long for the “good old days” when I was single and childless and going out five or six times a week. This past weekend ended that skewed memory for me. I finally faced and accepted the fact that not only can I not handle going out for drinks (especially on an empty stomach) but I just don’t enjoy it like I used to. It may seem so simplistic but this is a very, very difficult thing for a social whore, such as myself. (okay, maybe not whore but I was known as the Cruise Director for many, many a year)

But…..I digress.

It’s easy to get wrapped up in what you perceive as the “good ‘ol days”. It’s easy to glorify it and think you’ve become a watered-down version of yourself. But, thanks to wonderful bloggers and friends you can get back on track in a jiffy after reading hilarious and nail-on-the-head-accurate ditties such as this. (Thank you MJ….you deliver, once again.)