Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Like, DUH.

Recently, I was enthusiastic about taking a personality quiz on Facebook only to realize it was faulty and gave the same response to every sucker that took it (although it's comforting to know we all were Marilyn in another life, right?). Thanks to my dear friend Nik, my faith in personality quizzes has been restored.

So, tell me people, what blogging personality type are you? (and not in a past life)

Your Blogging Type is Artistic and Passionate
You see your blog as the ultimate personal expression - and work hard to make it great.
One moment you may be working on a new dramatic design for your blog...
And the next, you're passionately writing about your pet causes.
Your blog is very important - and you're careful about who you share it with.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Stillness

You made the world a much better and tolerable place.



Thank you.

Friday, September 26, 2008

Out

I have been inspired by Clay Aiken and Lindsay Lohan to come out of my closet.

I am heterosexual.

There.  I've said it. What a relief!

I mean, come on people, is this really necessary in this day and age?  Are we still fixated on someone's sexual orientation?  Like it's anyone's business or has any relevance?

Groups like this frighten me.  Greatly. The concept that gays can't have the same human rights as heteros catapults us right back to the 60's where whites believed blacks weren't worthy of the same human rights they were allowed.

It. Makes. Me. Sick.

But, more than anything, it frightens me.  What if my children are gay?  Will they be subjected to the same hate and self-righteous beliefs of people who hold their bibles up high and judge others instead of loving people unconditionally as preached in the bible? 

You would think, so soon after 9/11, that we would remember how alienating it felt to be hated so much by others and that they would commit such a heinous and hate-filled act. But, being the ADD country we are, we quickly move on to the next headline.....the bailout crisis, the election, and, of course, whether or not someone is gay.

I don't care how someone chooses to vote in 39 days but I do hope that people will be compassionate and think of how their decisions will effect everyone.  Gay, straight, black, white, rich, poor, believers and non-believers.  

Everyone.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Stage Auntie

Look people, I know I've bragged incessantly about the ohsostellar niece on Mad Men but I simply can not help myself. I feel somewhat vindicated after repeatedly witnessing the mass following of this show as well as the Emmy wins this year so my apology may not be totally heartfelt.....or warranted.

And, just to spur me on, look what I found in my little YouTube Subscriptions Inbox today!



Sure, it's only mere seconds of her fabulosity on the screen but that's what "replay" is for.

(WTG, Jessica!)

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Invasion of the Body Snatchers

This movie scared the beejeezus out of me when I first watched it years ago. I love, love, love old horror films as they are full of kitsch and ohsomuch scarier than the remakes (Cape Fear, anyone?).



Does anyone remember the scene where the creature is lurking at the end of the bed? Did I invent that? I searched YouTube high and low for that clip but to no avail.

Perhaps these pictures will ring a bell.....




Monday, September 22, 2008

The Difficult Kind

Right when you think you're an old lady and you have it all figured out, the Universe throws you a curveball. The further away from your twenties you get, the easier it is to forget who you were, how you lived your life and how you treated the people in your life.  

I've never hidden the fact that I lived my life selfishly before I got married for the second (and final) time and had my girls.  I did.  No question. After years of contemplation, I came to the conclusion that the way I dealt with my insecurities was to live with wild abandon and, unfortunately, recklessly.  The hardest part of this revelation was dealing with what felt like so many years wasted. Were they wasted?  Did it help or hurt my life that I chose to be so free-spirited?  And then, of course, the self-deprecation kicks in.  Why couldn't I be more together like my siblings? Why wasn't it enough to just live life in a mapped out fashion like everyone else? What was wrong with me?

As you can imagine, living like a gypsy lends to many friendships going by the wayside.  I always accepted that it was part of the deal....it wasn't my fault that these people came and went.  It was just life.  But, like a freight train, it hit me last week that it wasn't part of the deal. It was part of the problem.

I made a very selfish decision years ago to sacrifice one relationship for another.  I cast aside a friend of many years for a man.  A man, people.  The original betrayal where girlfriends are concerned. I sheepishly wore the scarlet letter on my chest for years after while I fought and suffered under this man.  And, years later, I walked away from him as well.  I always figured it was all for nothing and just one more bad choice to add to my long list of bad choices.  

But I always thought of her.  I wondered how she was, where she was, what she was doing.  I looked for her sporadically but to no avail.  And, suddenly, there she was on my Facebook page under the "People You Might Know" list.  So, like I was in my twenties again, I traipsed out on the ledge...and contacted her.  And the most surprising part?  She responded. I sat there looking at my inbox, slightly terrified to open her response.  But I did open it and I'll never be the same again.  Thankfully.  

What transpired from there was nothing short of what felt like a miracle.  The exchange started between us, the hurt welled up in both of us, the anger reared its ugly head and her words were harsh and direct.....and, as always, the shame overpowered me. I said I was sorry.  So sorry.  And, she forgave me.  And, the most enlightening part of it was, in her forgiveness I was able to forgive myself. Forgive myself for being wild, for all the years of running, for all the times I put myself in harm's way, for living with wild abandon and recklessly hurting those in my path.....namely, myself. I forgave myself for believing what others had told me so many times....that I wasn't worth it. But she forgave me and, in doing so, showed me I was worth it. Worth picking up the pieces and moving on.

So, it turns out I just might be an old lady after all.  But I am an old lady that is discovering who she really is, coming to terms with how she has lived her life and choosing how to live it from now on. And that's good enough....for me.


(This is my theme song of late.)

The Difficult Kind

I think I was wrong
I think you were right
That all my angry words
Will keep me up at night
And through the old screen door
I still hear you say
Oh, Honey won't you stop
Treating me that way

Tell it to me slow
Tell me with your eyes
If anyone should know
How to let it slide
I swear I can see you
Coming up the drive
And there ain't nothing like regret
To remind you you're alive

I crossed the canyon a thousand times
But never noticed what was mine
What you'll remember of me tonight
Well, it almost makes me cry

Oh ballbreaking moon and ridiculing stars
The older I get, the closer you are
Don't you have somewhere that you need to be
Instead of hanging here making a fool of me

If you could only see
What love has made of me
Then I'd no longer be in your mind
The difficult kind
But you won't see the change in me
If you could only see
What love has made of me
But I'll forever be in your mind
The difficult kind
But you won't see
No you won't see
The good in me
But babe I've changed
Cause babe I've changed

Friday, September 19, 2008

Guffaw du Jour

Here is a Friday Funny for y'all...it's long but so worth the time investment (especially around 3:58).



Props to my good pal Barefoot Gypsy Girl...thanks to her this completely turned my day around and now I must share it with the world.

Happy Friday!

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Oz

Seems I've been noticed.....thank you, Kim! The feeling is mutual!

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Nudge

A few days ago, thanks to my newly re-found friend (long story) Debbie, I learned what a harbinger was. I always seem to encounter little nudges like this and figured it was the Universe reminding me that it was there. Watching. And I've always found that a great comfort.

I was working on photos this morning when I inadvertently clicked on an unintended folder in iPhoto. Turns out, it was a folder that I'd created years ago to house photos just of my girls. Now some would argue that this was not necessarily a harbinger, per se, but for me it definitely was a nudge. A little reminder of how I felt about these soft, squidgy babies that I had not too long ago.


This one is a fave and was foisted off on anyone I could possibly think of at the time.  Of course, it took about three hundred attempts (and many tears) but the end result (boogey-eyes and all) is priceless.


This was at the winery on a sweltering summer day when she was just starting to be able to push herself up.  Seems like such a small thing these days but was a major accomplishment at the time. Her expression seems to say "check me out".


And, of course, with learning comes failure and she took it hard.
She still does.


Doesn't this just make you smile?  That's her gift.  She lightens me. All of the angst I feel most of the time just melts when I look at her.  Sappy, I know, but true.


Thankfully, she still does this when she's really, really tired.  Which is perfectly okay with me.


This one really struck me.  The weight of the world seems to be resting on her little shoulders and I instantly felt panic that maybe I'd done that to her.


But then just one shutter later she looks like the wisest old soul I've ever laid eyes on.


And then, as always, she manages to lighten it up for all of us with her inherited goofy gene. 
 (thanks, Daddy)


This is just plain funny....feet flexed, eyes rolled up, steely determination.....it's just funny, people.


Five thousand attempts later everyone is relaxed (note strap off the shoulder...priceless!) and able to capture a lasting Kodak (okay, okay...Olympus) moment.

Whether stumbling upon these was a harbinger or just a loving nudge from the Universe, what I know for sure is that I am reminded of how lucky I am of the chance to watch them grow and, in turn, watch myself grow (hopefully) into a better human being.


Monday, September 15, 2008

Fun with Food

Food and learning about food and eating in a healthy manner and learning and reading and all that goes with it are BIG topics of discussion in our household at the moment.  Thanks to a wonderful pairing of two brilliant artists  we are able to address all topics in one sitting (without anyone dozing off).


The attention to detail is astonishing.


It's hard for us to pick a favorite.


Although it's a close race between the fish...


And the hippos.


This one perplexes the girls....what is he screaming about?



No matter what you choose as your favorite (right now, Gus and Button is the book of choice at our house) I highly recommend reading them all.  

Then repeat. 

A lot.




Saturday, September 13, 2008

Eye of the Beholder

Spied this getting out of my car yesterday in the parking lot of a thrift store.

Thank you, Universe.

(Prints of this can be purchased in my shop)

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Remembering




It goes without saying that we all remember what we were doing seven years ago today. I had just reconnected with my future husband and we were planning a weekend reunion.  I was getting ready for work when I heard on the radio of some strangeness taking place in NYC.  I went to my living room, turned on the tv and the terror and heartbreak began.  I called my mother first to tell her to turn on the tv.  I called my love just to hear the sound of his voice in some small effort to feel like it was okay.

But it was not okay.  And it never will be.

So, we are remembering today.  I hope the dull ache of this day still resonates with us 53 days from now.  I know it will for me.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Crush

Back in May, I declared my celebrity crush in a photo. Ever since then I've had many moments where I've felt the need to correct that but never as much as I did last night when I watched this:



Thankfully, Husband did not feel threatened in any way when I rewound and rewatched from :38 to 3:10 five hundred times.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Miss Manners


We've been having a major identity crisis at our house where food and manners are concerned. We have many factors working against us.....daddy's weird schedule, mommy's weird health kick, and two kids with food tastes that couldn't be more different. The fiveyearold will not try anything new, anything with sauce, anything with green specks on it (otherwise known as fresh herbs), anything spicy, anything that touches anything else on the place.....do you get the idea? And then there's the almostthreeyearold who will try anything, loves spicy food, prefers hummus and chickpeas in any form/vehicle, loves sauce.....but of course one child can't have something different than the other so all meals are "planned" (and I use the term lightly) around these issues. Is it becoming clearer why I am so neurotic?

After seeing this today on my daily stroll through blogland, I've realized that I either need to throw in the towel or call this woman.

Monday, September 8, 2008

Justice


Jimmy really, really won me over. Right when I was about to fall asleep in my martini (three olives) he rocked me to the very core with the speech I'd love to be able to deliver so perfectly to, unfortunately, many people in (and out) of my life.



Not necessarily for screwing my wife (ahem) but for being total self-absorbed, judgmental, snarky a-holes.

Here's to you, Jimmy.  Chin-chin.

Saturday, September 6, 2008

Reality Check

After an incredibly craptacular day (indifferent husband, sassy backtalking chi'rens, weird people at the park approaching us making us want to run for our lives, snarky neighbors that rival the Jones', the election b.s. and all the frenzy that goes with it, laundry, dirty floors, dirty bathrooms, picky eaters....we've had it all so far and it's only 2:50 in the afternoon) I sat down to peruse a few blogs when I stumbled upon this.

Suddenly, my life seems better than great. Let's all buy whatever we can in support of this incredible family and remember that life holds no guarantees.





Friday, September 5, 2008

Oh, it's ON.

When I hear the call of a challenge I rise to the occasion. Not to be outdone by my Leo sister, Nik, here is my post TODAY for Funky Photo Friday.

I couldn't narrow it down to just one funky photo because, once you take a gander at these, you'll see why it was impossible to choose just one. This was just after my oldest daughter was born. My bestest Seattle goils came for a visit and there were no watered-down versions of ourselves going on just because some baby had arrived. Oh no. We were imbibing in a fine establishment (and by "fine" I mean The Best shithole in all of Boise, I dare say) called the Navajo Room which features the best redneck, white trash karaoke I have ever had the pleasure of enjoying.


This is my goil, Shannon. 


As you can see, we lub each other immensely. (even more so after a bucketful of vodka/sodas)


And here we are gettin down with our bad selves.


Proof that I was young and fun not too long ago. 
*sigh*

So, there it is...my Funky Friday Photo submission(s). As always, Miz Cantwell, it was a distinct pleasure!  :)

(p.s. I would like to add that the lovely necklace I am sportin' in these pics is from my friend Ann when she was just getting her business up and running. Thank you, Ann, and I'm still sportin' it!)

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Show n' Tell


It is with slight embarrassment and much trepidation that I am announcing the grand opening of my Etsy shop. Truth be told, I was convinced by my friend Ann to open a shop eons ago but it wasn't until just recently (after much nagging by the husband) that I actually made the leap to put my wares out there. It's especially daunting for someone like me who, I believe, doesn't have a great talent for photography. But, then again, after perusing what was out there I thought "why not?". Beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder so.....here goes nothing. I'm still working out the kinks and figuring out how to present everything so please check back!

I also want to take this opportunity to thank Suzanne for being my very first customer!  All of your support, not only in this venture but all of my creative outlets, really means the world to me. You rock.


Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Mad Love

I know, I know.....she's at it again. All that braggadocio and whatnot over Miz Thang in Mad Men. Honestly, I owe her everything as I had nearly put the final nail in the I'm-a-big-fan-of-Mad-Men coffin last season after being thoroughly disgusted by Don Draper and the in-your-face approach to the sixties. But, thankfully, in all her brilliance she was cast and the rest is history. Now I can't wait to tune in every week and catch a glimpse of her in the steno pool....

Good news is....I'm not the only fan. This latest post could not be more accurate or well-written.

Is it Sunday yet?

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Ready for My Close-Up

Whenever I can squeeze it into my day of running errands, I like to make the trek to a neighboring town where the Super Target lives to make sure there isn't anything I'm missing out on at our local Target. Unfortunately, I almost always find something that is not at our local Target but that's a whole other story that I will bore you with at another time.

This past Saturday was no exception and, whilst placating my overtired children with the promise of craptacular cuisine from Mickey D's (they're in it for the toys and the toys alone), I happened upon the most wonderful discovery. Now, I'm sure this is no revelation to most of you fine peoples out there in the ether but it was like a lovely beam of light shining down from the heavens! Especially when I discovered this little gem that makes me look at least 5 years younger (that coupled with the new 'do? I've got to be back in my 20's by now).

It's no mystery to my close friends that I would be over the moon about these new lines as I'm a beauty product junkie (I promise to try to lay off the haircut updates) and I love to try every new product out there (if only I could do that for a living) so this new development at Target is just one more reason I need to attend a support group for my Target issues.

Hey, a girl can dream.


Monday, September 1, 2008

Come Aboard, We're Expecting You

I don't recall ever watching this episode (and I was an avid fan of the Boat du Love) but I'm going to go on the assumption that if I ever did watch this, it would've been tattooed on my brain forever.

Happy Labor Day!



(Esteban, I only JUST got this....so very truly sorry for being so behind!)