My bad, majorly. Never admit to being Republican in front of me at least, as I recently saw a movie where a man owned 75 Taco Bells and had a black son BEFORE he met a Democrat in real life. Based on a totally true story even.
My dad is the HUGEST FAN of Sandra Bullock, and Drew Barrymore too, but it's mostly Sandy he keeps going on and on about lately. Doesn't have anything bad to say about Jesse James, which is not unusual for our family (not gossips, actually).
He just likes that Sandra Bullock, great acting he says.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
It's a Diary of a Wimpy Kid festival
At the library, of course. Saw the greatest housedress today on an actual woman...lavenderish. Checking out some DVDs, probably to spite her ex-husband who controls everything about her, except her wardrobe.
Even watched her snag a CHILDREN'S EVENTS brochure (I already have one), and here's me hoping I'll see more of her. I recall a long, long time ago, back when iVillage was in fashion...an interaction with a woman who had 15 children.
Yes, it appeared she was in an abusive marriage, based on her non-answers to my questions which were, "____" and "____". Currently, I cannot remember. All I know as of now, based on experiences that occurred no less than an hour ago:
Break jobs, both front and rear...$95. Of course, the cute pictures drawn by the mechanic's children weren't even extra. Just hung half-amorously up on a bulletin board (on his wall). Some Pringles advertising he'd somehow talked his chil'ren into.
Weird, strange, and of course totally obvious.
Even watched her snag a CHILDREN'S EVENTS brochure (I already have one), and here's me hoping I'll see more of her. I recall a long, long time ago, back when iVillage was in fashion...an interaction with a woman who had 15 children.
Yes, it appeared she was in an abusive marriage, based on her non-answers to my questions which were, "____" and "____". Currently, I cannot remember. All I know as of now, based on experiences that occurred no less than an hour ago:
Break jobs, both front and rear...$95. Of course, the cute pictures drawn by the mechanic's children weren't even extra. Just hung half-amorously up on a bulletin board (on his wall). Some Pringles advertising he'd somehow talked his chil'ren into.
Weird, strange, and of course totally obvious.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Guess where I went on my pass
Church first, where I realized it's the HEART that sings, not the voice. Hadn't previously known this. And I lifted my hands in praise for the first time, well, only my right because I don't like to draw attention (it's embarrassing). Felt the pulse of spirit, though.
Right behind me sat a UND SIOUX player, in UNIFORM! Stayed afterwards to soak up as much as God would give him (we won!!!) Then, we went to Starbucks. You know, I bought this TANGO CD last time I was in exchanging my gift card for the mini-version.
Don't know why I bought music without lyrics, and can only listen to one track in good conscience (there's a tango for conspiracies). Maybe I'm saving it for one of my better moods. But I also noticed the snacks are sure becoming mom-friendly...geared exactly for all those moms out there who ALREADY KNOW superior parenting.
I'm still in the failing category, but aiming for wholeness. My dad being here feels pre-divined. Like, he's always felt guilty about living by my brothers and celebrating grandchildren, while my kids could use a grandpa (and I could use a nanny).
So, good sights ahead.
Right behind me sat a UND SIOUX player, in UNIFORM! Stayed afterwards to soak up as much as God would give him (we won!!!) Then, we went to Starbucks. You know, I bought this TANGO CD last time I was in exchanging my gift card for the mini-version.
Don't know why I bought music without lyrics, and can only listen to one track in good conscience (there's a tango for conspiracies). Maybe I'm saving it for one of my better moods. But I also noticed the snacks are sure becoming mom-friendly...geared exactly for all those moms out there who ALREADY KNOW superior parenting.
I'm still in the failing category, but aiming for wholeness. My dad being here feels pre-divined. Like, he's always felt guilty about living by my brothers and celebrating grandchildren, while my kids could use a grandpa (and I could use a nanny).
So, good sights ahead.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Post 101
The thing about computers versus reality,...is that the colors you selflessly chose for one blog (of the many), are misrepresented on OTHER computer screens. Take 'Parades and Such" as my first example (why wouldn't there be more?). I chose lilac, yet here, at Marie Claire headquarters...it's like some royal blue I've rarely heard of.
If blogs could be respected in BW & gray...that's my first choice.
If blogs could be respected in BW & gray...that's my first choice.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Just got back from my doctor's office
What a mess!!! They've totally restructured the data processing system at Altru, and let me be the first to tell you...the receptionists upstairs ARE NOT HAPPY! Of course I asked, why wouldn't I? I was lucky to be in there at all, getting a six-week checkup.
Not everybody on the globe gets six-week check-ups, and lucky also for me, I'm not uncomfortably pregnant. Just slim, and trying to decide which exercise program will best tighten my abs. Never really had a problem with stretch marks, I'll have myself know.
Already back down to a weight I shall not announce, but will privately pat my very own mother's jeans on the back for. Thank you Mom, for being skinny, and passing on those genes. Has served the hair-dye industry well (no need when you're not gray!)
Anyway, this is WAY OFF on a tangent, and I'm SUPER late and having to get home and explain myself. Which I don't tend to mind. It's better than being self-reproachful and self-condemning all the time, which Jill says is NOT of God. Oops, my bad!
Just wanted to let the girls know that my uterus is back to its healthy size, everything's in place despite what the media tends to teach to disenfranchise women everywhere. And, totally going to try out those little blue pills.
Of course, it was ME who had to ask my doctor to give me the lower dose (ain't having a stroke during MY lifetime)...I'll just have to combine methods. Never been a problem for me, really.
Not everybody on the globe gets six-week check-ups, and lucky also for me, I'm not uncomfortably pregnant. Just slim, and trying to decide which exercise program will best tighten my abs. Never really had a problem with stretch marks, I'll have myself know.
Already back down to a weight I shall not announce, but will privately pat my very own mother's jeans on the back for. Thank you Mom, for being skinny, and passing on those genes. Has served the hair-dye industry well (no need when you're not gray!)
Anyway, this is WAY OFF on a tangent, and I'm SUPER late and having to get home and explain myself. Which I don't tend to mind. It's better than being self-reproachful and self-condemning all the time, which Jill says is NOT of God. Oops, my bad!
Just wanted to let the girls know that my uterus is back to its healthy size, everything's in place despite what the media tends to teach to disenfranchise women everywhere. And, totally going to try out those little blue pills.
Of course, it was ME who had to ask my doctor to give me the lower dose (ain't having a stroke during MY lifetime)...I'll just have to combine methods. Never been a problem for me, really.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Morning rituals
I'm a bullshit artist, so bear with me. The internet is so unpredictable, I never know WHO'S going to entice me...just get used to it is the only advice I can propose.
I've thought once or twice about being so organized a school-parent, that I'd lay my children's clothing out the night before. Never, would I throw up my hands and do what "other moms" just do, which is to get kids dressed the night before.
I can barely stand the thought of the wrinkles, let alone an uncomfortably spent sleep in denim, snaps and buttons. We don't even let them sleep in SOCKS, for God's sake (learned that good habit from my husband).
Laying clothes out the night before isn't nearly as sinful, but I SAVOR walking into their rooms each morning, embracing the unpredictable. First, I turn on a light and sit quietly, then decide who needs a shower-bath, or just get their clothes out.
Even my eleven year old, who's fully fashion-capable...I enjoy being that mom who does it the same way everyday. Back, when the school year began, I chose something easier. Allowing for the "hurry up and get dressed" chaos, I'd sneak downstairs a tad earlier.
Sitting on the couch alone, watching music videos. That's how I began our school year, and had planned to spend all winter. But, I adapted to new requirements for new rhythms and saved my videos for a little later.
I have the best of all worlds, the way I see it and live it. Nothing like new artists being added to the mix though, my time for "me time" begins once they're out the door.
I've thought once or twice about being so organized a school-parent, that I'd lay my children's clothing out the night before. Never, would I throw up my hands and do what "other moms" just do, which is to get kids dressed the night before.
I can barely stand the thought of the wrinkles, let alone an uncomfortably spent sleep in denim, snaps and buttons. We don't even let them sleep in SOCKS, for God's sake (learned that good habit from my husband).
Laying clothes out the night before isn't nearly as sinful, but I SAVOR walking into their rooms each morning, embracing the unpredictable. First, I turn on a light and sit quietly, then decide who needs a shower-bath, or just get their clothes out.
Even my eleven year old, who's fully fashion-capable...I enjoy being that mom who does it the same way everyday. Back, when the school year began, I chose something easier. Allowing for the "hurry up and get dressed" chaos, I'd sneak downstairs a tad earlier.
Sitting on the couch alone, watching music videos. That's how I began our school year, and had planned to spend all winter. But, I adapted to new requirements for new rhythms and saved my videos for a little later.
I have the best of all worlds, the way I see it and live it. Nothing like new artists being added to the mix though, my time for "me time" begins once they're out the door.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Not going to download that picture
Just thought I'd announce my intentions before I didn't complete the task. It was the serious, womanly one from church, remember? I second-guessed downloading it only this evening, as before then, I didn't really care one way or the other.
My original inspiration, for when I was planning to download it, had to do with other pictures I've seen taken when people didn't care. Care about what? Oh, about exactly how it looked to other people. You know, there's character to be seen in those moments when you don't care how it looks to other people.
Now, I've downloaded the picture. Second-guessed that second-guessed thought. Not even going to call it third-guessed, because that would cross the line into kitschy, and you know how I LOVE kitchy.
There, I've downloaded the picture and yes, my forehead is shiny, my skin is blotchy, and my glasses are crooked. Not that I care, these days. I just wanted to prove something to myself I guess...one, being that character counts more than superficiality.
Two, that I can be wrong, and correct my own self. And three...that one day at a time, with faith, God's will is best. Whatever that might become in this day-and-age. Whatever, you know?
My original inspiration, for when I was planning to download it, had to do with other pictures I've seen taken when people didn't care. Care about what? Oh, about exactly how it looked to other people. You know, there's character to be seen in those moments when you don't care how it looks to other people.
Now, I've downloaded the picture. Second-guessed that second-guessed thought. Not even going to call it third-guessed, because that would cross the line into kitschy, and you know how I LOVE kitchy.
There, I've downloaded the picture and yes, my forehead is shiny, my skin is blotchy, and my glasses are crooked. Not that I care, these days. I just wanted to prove something to myself I guess...one, being that character counts more than superficiality.
Two, that I can be wrong, and correct my own self. And three...that one day at a time, with faith, God's will is best. Whatever that might become in this day-and-age. Whatever, you know?
Monday, February 8, 2010
Of course, Daphne's not such a bitch either
She DOES have more money than the rest of us, and might stay married to that chef. I don't know, some of those vlogs... And, her annoying edge of having already interviewed every celebrity on the planet and NOT made fun of their fashions. I think she likes people too.
She's not the whole entire reason I started watching the TV GUIDE channel religiously (it was the Adrianne Curry re-runs, totally). In fact, I'm not sure I've seen Daphne on the TV GUIDE channel enough to make it worth my time.
And no, I'm not saying the TV GUIDE channel is going to usurp Seacrest's attempts at red carpet event handling...can't really compete with half-a-screen no matter how great the hosting is. Anyone else notice this about the TV GUIDE channel?
It has half a screen and NO TWITTER!!! Strangest thing I've ever witnessed in my life, but I keep watching anyway. Just in case I see a name I like. Sometimes.
Okay, never.
She's not the whole entire reason I started watching the TV GUIDE channel religiously (it was the Adrianne Curry re-runs, totally). In fact, I'm not sure I've seen Daphne on the TV GUIDE channel enough to make it worth my time.
And no, I'm not saying the TV GUIDE channel is going to usurp Seacrest's attempts at red carpet event handling...can't really compete with half-a-screen no matter how great the hosting is. Anyone else notice this about the TV GUIDE channel?
It has half a screen and NO TWITTER!!! Strangest thing I've ever witnessed in my life, but I keep watching anyway. Just in case I see a name I like. Sometimes.
Okay, never.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Only the Game Show
Turns out drooling IS allowed on television these days. And, marionettes have strings emanating straight from their hearts, uplifting. Makes me less resentful of the pile of laundry I stared down this morning, determined to come up with an actual plan that involved concerted effort.
A small goal, to never leave the house again before all my laundry is folded and put away. Seemed simple and possible in the moment, not too much to ask the universe's guiding grace for. Yet, within moments I was attacked by SEVEN DEMONS!!!
C'mon, this happens to other people all the time, right? Can a housewife never remain permanently satisfied, ever? God forbade it, of course.
And so, I started ruminating about past blogs I've loved who've let me down. Chef Anne came immediately to mind, because she's the only trained chef I know who has a husband who fell off a roof and never regained his totality back. Thank God she thought to go to cooking school before she birthed seven kids. Plus, she gives out free cookbooks. To ME!!!
Garlic bread IS an art, I knew it.
A small goal, to never leave the house again before all my laundry is folded and put away. Seemed simple and possible in the moment, not too much to ask the universe's guiding grace for. Yet, within moments I was attacked by SEVEN DEMONS!!!
C'mon, this happens to other people all the time, right? Can a housewife never remain permanently satisfied, ever? God forbade it, of course.
And so, I started ruminating about past blogs I've loved who've let me down. Chef Anne came immediately to mind, because she's the only trained chef I know who has a husband who fell off a roof and never regained his totality back. Thank God she thought to go to cooking school before she birthed seven kids. Plus, she gives out free cookbooks. To ME!!!
Garlic bread IS an art, I knew it.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Josh and Fergie were my favorites
It takes a strong woman to carry forth with all that betrayal on her arm. How could Josh not have known that Fergie's big debut as a movie seductress was about to occur? A-list cast, all her talents forever cemented on the big screen...and a fall from grace redeemed only by their willingness to walk-it-out in the public's eye.
I still think he's a toad, and a monotone one at that, but the dramatic elements of "can hearts ever be truly mended"? A new twist on sensation, catered with devotion by the tabloids. She has an edge of course, being strict Roman Catholic. Well, if you conveniently ignore the bi-sexuality, which romantic and all-inclusive as it is, doesn't really flow so well with the Church.
We'll see if God really is kind and loving after this, for sure. It was the eye-contact that was still too skirting to convince me that Josh wasn't just arm-candy until the whole ordeal was over. Do publicists actually recommend vow renewals these days? Hire a new one.
Fergie, he's cute. Keep him. It must be a universal guy-sign, when they bite on their lips, waiting for the love of their lives to forget what dickheads they've been. Trust me, sleeping with a stripper is insulting, but continuing to mock you publicly through all his friends...at least you've been spared THAT kind of bitch slap.
Well, you're married, so different rules apply I'm sure. FRIENDS are allowed to shit on each other all they want, because the assumption is always there that "who they are" isn't "how they are". Some distinction I'm still trying to figure out as I plunder through all that worthless glitter.
I still think he's a toad, and a monotone one at that, but the dramatic elements of "can hearts ever be truly mended"? A new twist on sensation, catered with devotion by the tabloids. She has an edge of course, being strict Roman Catholic. Well, if you conveniently ignore the bi-sexuality, which romantic and all-inclusive as it is, doesn't really flow so well with the Church.
We'll see if God really is kind and loving after this, for sure. It was the eye-contact that was still too skirting to convince me that Josh wasn't just arm-candy until the whole ordeal was over. Do publicists actually recommend vow renewals these days? Hire a new one.
Fergie, he's cute. Keep him. It must be a universal guy-sign, when they bite on their lips, waiting for the love of their lives to forget what dickheads they've been. Trust me, sleeping with a stripper is insulting, but continuing to mock you publicly through all his friends...at least you've been spared THAT kind of bitch slap.
Well, you're married, so different rules apply I'm sure. FRIENDS are allowed to shit on each other all they want, because the assumption is always there that "who they are" isn't "how they are". Some distinction I'm still trying to figure out as I plunder through all that worthless glitter.
Friday, January 8, 2010
The pain of childbirth
Fuckin' hurts, I'll have you know. Nothing like the anticipation however, of the pain that lasts and lasts and lasts. Well, it's worth it in the end...that baby experience makes it so. Dead or alive, can't choose every destiny your heart desires, some just go with the mighty flow.
And complain whenever possible. Turning myself into my own enemy isn't something I'd really thought of until this week, feeling less "degraded" and "humiliated" than yesterday, though. And all last week when I really, really thought about it.
In exchange for holding my head high, from now on I'll just meditate on Jay Leno. Funny the things I learn from the power elite these days. Of course, car whores are unique, in that they have less lack-of-lack than anyone on earth, so.
Probably makes their comedy more intravenous than an actual contribution to society. A stabilizing force for the poor-needing-structure in their nightly "I'm not REALLY being deceived and screwed over by the Halliburtons of the world".
Robin Williams would never partake, no matter how much real estate he owns. It's genuine character and talent he leans towards, although he did say something surprising last night to Charlie Rose (was actually taped on Dec. 4th).
Doesn't really give much of a crap about the up-and-coming, they do just fine on their own. He called their acts "interesting" however...not enough funny. He only gives props to the masters.
To each his own.
And complain whenever possible. Turning myself into my own enemy isn't something I'd really thought of until this week, feeling less "degraded" and "humiliated" than yesterday, though. And all last week when I really, really thought about it.
In exchange for holding my head high, from now on I'll just meditate on Jay Leno. Funny the things I learn from the power elite these days. Of course, car whores are unique, in that they have less lack-of-lack than anyone on earth, so.
Probably makes their comedy more intravenous than an actual contribution to society. A stabilizing force for the poor-needing-structure in their nightly "I'm not REALLY being deceived and screwed over by the Halliburtons of the world".
Robin Williams would never partake, no matter how much real estate he owns. It's genuine character and talent he leans towards, although he did say something surprising last night to Charlie Rose (was actually taped on Dec. 4th).
Doesn't really give much of a crap about the up-and-coming, they do just fine on their own. He called their acts "interesting" however...not enough funny. He only gives props to the masters.
To each his own.
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