Monday, March 16, 2009


Ah, the good old days. When residents of Los Angeles (which basically means anyone between San Diego and Santa Barbara) thrilled to the nightly display of athleticism that was Pat Riley's Lakers. The 5 guys named above brought so many unique abilities - on and off the court - together to create an exceptional team, and such a fun one to root for. There was also Coop, McAdoo, McGee, Kupchack, and Jamal Wilkes (so many UCLA alums in that group). After years of being beaten down by those awful Boston Celtics, the Showtime era was our time to win and shine and put a song in the heart of every Laker fan. Which song, you ask? Why, Randy Newman's "I Love LA," of course.
This shirt, which can be purchased here, is a shout out to those great, great days of being a Laker fan, watching Dancing Barry in the stands at the Forum & Paula Abdul on the court. Some young foolish teenage Laker fan, who later had a life size poster of Magic Johnson on her UCLA dormitory wall, may have even worn her Lakers t-shirt, hoping to spread the love, on a visit to Boston.
Phil Jackson and Kobe and Staples Center are all OK, but they'll never be Showtime.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Blog Vomit

Wow, I just realized that I didn't blog during the entire month of February. I know it's a short month, but still. Bad me. Between birthday, Valentine's, family visits, Uppercase Living, and the normal day to day stuff that comes with a busy household (not to mention the OctoMom), it seems my blog got neglected. Not that anyone noticed (other than my mom).

So here's a quick rundown to catch you up. I'll spare you the promises of more frequent blogging; we both know that's a crapshoot. If it makes you feel better, know that I miss this and if I thought anyone was reading it, I'd feel awfully guilty.

  • My baby turned 3. I can't believe it, but the potty training battles assure me that it's true. We had a Spongebob Squarepants party complete with kelp shakes and Krabby Patties. Photos to come. Someday.
  • I'm now in the planning stages of a Mario Kart party. It seems that my days of sparkly princess parties are behind me. Boo!
  • Speaking of birthdays, Ray turned 40. He seems to have survived it! Sadly, there was no big trip or party (Thanks, Economy) but we had a nice celebration and he's gotten over the trauma.
  • Softball season is underway. Softball practice is at the exact same time as dance. This sucks. Softball doesn't. It's fun to be back in the bleachers, watching the girls who have improved so much since last year, and the younger ones just starting out. I love that Julia loves this stuff so much. The reality is that the practices and games are quite a pain to manage, but it's totally worth it.
  • I backed my minivan into a parked truck yesterday and smashed a taillight. SO ANNOYED.
  • The bad news: my old piece of crap cell phone finally died. The good news: I got a new BlackBerry Storm. The bad news: I haven't figured out all its idiosyncrasies yet. Like why I only get some of my email. I'm fearful that this will warrant a call to the call center in Bangladesh or the Philippines.
  • I expect Ray to have a new job by the beginning of next week. Of course, this is wonderful news and it'll be nice to have an income again. But it's been SO nice having him around these last few months. The kids and I have loved it. The new job will be close to home (except for when he's traveling) and I expect it to be good for our family in the long run. It'll be a while before we dig out from under the financial impact of his being out of work but we'll be fine eventually. I'm proud of us for not getting on each other's nerves (much) the entire time he was home and am already trying to figure out how to minimize his office time and maximize our family time.
  • UL continues to be fun and rewarding. I am excited to have a new team member who also happens to be a friend. Great products and great promotions have made this a good time to be in this business.

There you have it. I would love to post some pictures of the Spongebob Party here soon. If nothing else, it'll maybe discourage some poor misdirected mom from endeavoring to punch enough holes out of yellow cardstock to make it look like a sponge. And you wonder why I haven't been blogging?