tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276245412024-03-07T11:22:49.307-08:00Just A Teaspoonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648815262646114294noreply@blogger.comBlogger195125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27624541.post-71651622268827338522009-06-22T08:57:00.000-07:002009-06-22T09:01:56.207-07:00Enough is Enough<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGxsJqRElTZ867gYVqBv3g51ld-_rtZR9cQ6vPqsz0g87SciNOLbvwFyFUe1E0Tg6xxw0v1gOB4EkWsiKHu9tcSstdGZINlppxPOOjuP82fPDmvhIJFPIqCmkLIMcCQKlTspB7MA/s1600-h/2009-06-23+flag.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 454px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGxsJqRElTZ867gYVqBv3g51ld-_rtZR9cQ6vPqsz0g87SciNOLbvwFyFUe1E0Tg6xxw0v1gOB4EkWsiKHu9tcSstdGZINlppxPOOjuP82fPDmvhIJFPIqCmkLIMcCQKlTspB7MA/s400/2009-06-23+flag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350182421603423730" border="0" /></a>thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648815262646114294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27624541.post-24048937072155816692009-05-11T13:05:00.000-07:002009-05-11T13:08:05.054-07:00Random Stuff That Makes Me Happy<object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7EYAUazLI9k&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7EYAUazLI9k&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object> <br /><br />Way to go, Antwerp.thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648815262646114294noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27624541.post-87465371901878318942009-03-16T20:00:00.000-07:002009-03-16T20:28:57.717-07:00Showtime<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYP8L8PquRFHbMHmM5gGIHBFmDvDxa7tmYxXmSkal_BDNvkrKTb9PIzq8SMyNrKUcsP92o03J9GMvA4QdoLHtGvYSpjOCDNEJ0DaqGKbiJDudiBvaZbYhgC7eibbTWUBGsmhBLcQ/s1600-h/2009-03-16+lakers.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313986605921603346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYP8L8PquRFHbMHmM5gGIHBFmDvDxa7tmYxXmSkal_BDNvkrKTb9PIzq8SMyNrKUcsP92o03J9GMvA4QdoLHtGvYSpjOCDNEJ0DaqGKbiJDudiBvaZbYhgC7eibbTWUBGsmhBLcQ/s400/2009-03-16+lakers.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Lakers</span>. 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, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">McAdoo</span>, McGee, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Kupchack</span>, 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Laker</span> fan. Which song, you ask? Why, Randy Newman's <strong>"I Love LA,"</strong> of course. </div><div> </div><div>This shirt, which can be purchased <a href="http://http://shop.theoriginators.com/product/lakers-shoutout">here</a>, is a shout out to those great, great days of being a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Laker</span> fan, watching Dancing Barry in the stands at the Forum & Paula Abdul on the court. Some young foolish teenage <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Laker</span> fan, who later had a life size poster of Magic Johnson on her UCLA dormitory wall, may have even worn her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Lakers</span> t-shirt, hoping to spread the love, on a visit to Boston. </div><div> </div><div>Phil Jackson and Kobe and Staples Center are all OK, but they'll never be Showtime. </div>thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648815262646114294noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27624541.post-13871385380820016032009-03-12T22:32:00.000-07:002009-03-12T22:58:53.359-07:00Blog VomitWow, 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">OctoMom</span>), it seems my blog got neglected. Not that anyone noticed (other than my mom).<br /><br />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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">crapshoot</span>. If it makes you feel better, know that I miss this and if I thought anyone was reading it, I'd feel awfully guilty. <br /><br /><ul><li>My baby turned 3. I can't believe it, but the potty training battles assure me that it's true. We had a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Spongebob</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Squarepants</span> party complete with kelp shakes and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Krabby</span> Patties. Photos to come. Someday.</li><li>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!</li><li>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.</li><li>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.</li><li>I backed my minivan into a parked truck yesterday and smashed a taillight. SO ANNOYED. </li><li>The bad news: my old piece of crap cell phone finally died. The good news: I got a new <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">BlackBerry</span> Storm. The bad news: I haven't figured out all its <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">idiosyncrasies</span> 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Philippines</span>. </li><li>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. </li><li>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. </li></ul><p>There you have it. I would love to post some pictures of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Spongebob</span> Party here soon. If nothing else, it'll maybe discourage some poor misdirected mom from endeavoring to punch enough holes out of yellow <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">cardstock</span> to make it look like a sponge. And you wonder why I haven't been blogging?</p>thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648815262646114294noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27624541.post-81460987479902091692009-01-28T22:10:00.000-08:002009-01-28T22:18:00.740-08:00Why I Have So Much Gray HairEthan got out of bed tonight to ask me an important question:<br /><br />"Mom, what is a phallus?"<br /><br />"What?"<br /><br />"A phallus."<br /><br />"What?"<br /><br />"Like, foul?"<br /><br />"Ethan, where did you hear that word?"<br /><br />"On <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Spongebob</span>."<br /><br />"What sentence was it in?"<br /><br />"Do you mean where did I get that word?"<br /><br />"YES!"<br /><br />"Well, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Spongebob</span> said 'That is the second phallus thing I've ever eaten.'"thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648815262646114294noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27624541.post-84865670393914102812009-01-16T19:22:00.001-08:002009-01-16T19:23:25.789-08:00Standing Strong<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEqqG3_2N_swtv-tuTl9jNjeAlhLND7JsUFUODzChvZPbSCYbmmS01DeZCuhC3936_7htMnJFbYkD2nWa43oBEi_QP3YHZc0vR_uAAqDqmr57R0JKblxWH6BNqn3DAIqmhew4wNw/s1600-h/israelhearte.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 196px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEqqG3_2N_swtv-tuTl9jNjeAlhLND7JsUFUODzChvZPbSCYbmmS01DeZCuhC3936_7htMnJFbYkD2nWa43oBEi_QP3YHZc0vR_uAAqDqmr57R0JKblxWH6BNqn3DAIqmhew4wNw/s400/israelhearte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292098007577038290" border="0" /></a>thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648815262646114294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27624541.post-64057363225247664862009-01-14T21:09:00.000-08:002009-01-14T21:13:23.598-08:00Old FriendsI got an email from an old friend today that started out:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Time to check in with you again because you've been on my heart."</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">My friend lives out of state and I think I've seen her three times in the last 10 years. But somehow, we remain in touch (thank you, Internet) and today, somehow she knew how much I'd love hearing from her. If <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">someone's</span> on your heart, check in with them. They'll love it.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648815262646114294noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27624541.post-6306044662515338282009-01-11T20:04:00.000-08:002009-01-11T23:39:24.303-08:00Golden Globes Fashion Wrap-Up!Because I'm totally shallow and I pretty much only watch awards shows for the dresses, I thought I'd share with you my catty comments about the presenters, winners, etc. kind of in order of their appearance.<br /><br /><strong>Jennifer Lopez-</strong>Thumbs Down. Great dress, great color, but not on her. It totally accentuates her hips and butt and she doesn't really need any help there. The hairstyle is also too severe and doesn't help the look at all. Too bad.<br /><br /><strong>Kate <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Winslet</span>-</strong>Thumbs up. Understated, classy and that accent makes her seem even more elegant.<br /><br /><strong>CNN-Big Thumbs Down. </strong>Have you heard of the West Coast geniuses? Way to splash the winners on your home page. and spoil it for those of us who thought we'd actually watch the show to learn the results.<br /><br /><strong>Sting-</strong>Eh. Not loving the Castaway look but still, he's Sting.<br /><br /><strong>Eva <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Longoria</span></strong>-Thumbs Up. Gorgeous color and a very pretty dress that only she could pull off. I'm not loving all the cleavage, but that's just me and the pretty <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">scalloped</span> edge does showcase the girls nicely. I would've liked to see some gems around her neck (rubies or sapphires would've been great), but still, she looks beautiful and very ladylike.<br /><br /><strong>Miss Golden Globe</strong>-Whatever.<br /><br /><strong>Laura <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Dern</span></strong>-Thumbs down. Her dress and jewelry are pretty enough, but I feel like she could have looked so much better. Her dress, though nice, was plain and she could have looked really amazing. Plus, political speeches annoy me.<br /><br /><strong>Eva <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Mendes</span></strong>-Sadly, thumbs down. I would've loved to give her a thumbs up because I saw her necklace on the red carpet footage and fell in love with it. Gorgeous. But her dress looks like it's throwing up and her hair looks like my 3 year-old cousin Sophie put it up for her. No offense, Sophie.<br /><br /><strong>Anna <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Paquin</span></strong>-Holy shit! When did Anna <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Paquin</span> grow up? And go <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">blonde</span>? I like her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">updo</span>, and her ability to resist the urge to get breast implants. But she has got to stop going to Letterman's dentist.<br /><br /><strong>Ricky <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Gervais</span></strong>-Two thumbs up. Hilarious. Never disappoints.<br /><br /><strong>Best Motion Picture, Animated</strong>-Woo <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">hoo</span>!!! Finally, a category I've seen all the nominees of!<br /><br /><strong>Sally Hawkins</strong>-for God's sake, eat a sandwich. And some pasta. With butter. And bacon. And a chicken. I'm afraid she won't have the stamina to walk all the way to the stage to accept her award.<br /><br /><strong>Drew Barrymore</strong>-Thumbs down. Drew, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">HURRY</span>! Get back in your time machine and fire your stylist. Have you happened to look in a mirror tonight? I did see her purse on the red carpet and it is so pretty, as is her jewelry, but it's not enough.<br /><br /><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Demi</span> Moore</strong>-Thumbs up. She looks gorgeous, although the halter on her dress doesn't look like it belongs there, and also looks like it's strangling her. But she looks lovely. Too bad she looks better than her daughter.<br /><br /><strong>Waltz With <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Bashir</span></strong>-woo <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">hoo</span> and a hearty <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Mazal</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Tov</span>.<br /><br /><strong>Maggie <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Gylenhaaalll</span></strong>-Thumbs down. Not liking the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">poofy</span> curtain dress. And the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">updo</span> makes her look old. And the earrings don't go.<br /><br /><strong>Laura <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Linney</span></strong>-Thumb sideways. If <a href="http://http//tlc.discovery.com/fansites/whatnottowear/whatnottowear.html">Stacy and Clinton </a>and I have said it once, we've said it a thousand times, "If you wear a color that's too close too your skin tone, it makes you look washed out." So, even though her dress is gorgeous and someone else would look great in it, Laura <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Linney</span>, who is the same color from hair to skin to dress, looks like a big, beige blob.<br /><br /><strong>Elizabeth Banks</strong>-see above. And her dress looks like it's been done before.<br /><br /><strong>Seth <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Rogin</span></strong>-Looks good, sounds dumb. Find a new <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">shtick</span>.<br /><br /><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Slumdog</span> Millionaire</strong>-Woo <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">hoo</span>. A win for best screenplay and a bunch of other stuff, including Best Picture. Duh. It was SUCH a good story! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Slumdog</span> Millionaire screenwriter: your shirt is too big.<br /><br /><strong>Amy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Poehler</span></strong>-Good enough for a new mom. Please, please, please come back to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">SNL</span> Amy.<br /><br /><strong>Grim Reaper Anti-<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">Tobacco</span> Ad</strong>-Thumbs up. Such a good ad. Seriously, who still smokes?<br /><br /><strong>Renee <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">Zellwegger</span></strong>-There are not enough thumbs in California to point downward. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">WTF</span>??? Is Renee maybe <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">preparing</span> for a role as a crazy white trash spinster? Did she piss off her stylist who put then put one over on her a la "The Emperor's New Clothes?" Has she finally gone over the damn edge? Or did someone bet her that she couldn't possibly show up looking worse than she ever has in her life? If so, they so lost that one.<br /><br /><strong>Megan Fox</strong>-Thumbs up in a big way. Gorgeous dress. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">Could've</span> chosen nicer jewelry. Overall, the look is wonderful, but the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">tattoos</span>, not so much.<br /><br /><strong>Paul <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">Giamatti</span></strong>-An accomplished actor, to be sure, but to me, he'll always remain Pig Vomit.<br /><br /><strong>Glenn Close</strong>-Thumbs down. She looks like the matronly 2-pack a day smoking hostess at your local family-owned Chinese restaurant. Patty <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">Hewes</span> wouldn't have been caught dead in that getup.<br /><br /><strong>Tina Fey(<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">lin</span>)</strong>-Hate to say, thumbs down. She would have looked so great in a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">beautiful</span> jewel tone. Her hair and makeup are also too severe. She could maybe borrow Jane <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">Krakowski's</span> stylist next time? Then she could look old and wear the same color as everyone else.<br /><br /><strong>Pierce <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">Brosnan</span></strong>-DREAMY!!!! Always. Same with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">Kiefer</span> Sutherland.<br /><br /><strong>Kate <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42">Beckinsale</span></strong>-Eh. Again. love the dress, not the jewelry and hair. And curiously, the top of her dress makes me want to go find some raspberries and chocolate shavings to put on top.<br /><br /><strong>Jane <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43">Krakowksi</span></strong>-Thumbs down. Another white dress. Blah blah. Cute haircut but her makeup makes her look old and dated. And she needs a better bra.<br /><br /><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44">Sigourney</span> Weaver</strong>-Yawn.<br /><br /><strong>Sandra Bullock</strong>-Seriously? ANOTHER white dress? The other ones look better. I love ruffles, but Sandra's just make her look like a wedding cake. And not one of those cute trendy ones on <a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/ace-of-cakes/index.html">Ace of Cakes</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45">Salma</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46">Hayak</span></strong>-Surprise. A white dress and an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47">updo</span>. She looks a little like the mummy with the wrapping and shirring. But in a good way.<br /><br /><strong>Penelope Cruz</strong>-Thumbs up. An <em>off white</em> dress with just enough shimmer and sparkle. Her hair <em>down</em> (what a risk-taker!). Pretty jewelry and makeup. Well done.<br /><br /><strong>Frieda Pinto</strong>-Thumbs way down. Too bad. She's beautiful. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48">But her</span> dress looks like a crumpled up grocery sack. So disappointing. I would've loved to see her in something bright and gorgeous. I'm so bummed about the dress that I won't even say anything about her carrying her evening bag onstage. It's her first time at the Globes; she'll learn.<br /><br /><strong>Cameron <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49">Diaz</span></strong>-Thumbs up. Color at last!! A pretty coral shade and her hair down and flowing. She can sometimes make questionable wardrobe choices but tonight she picked a winner!<br /><br /><strong>House</strong>-Damn! I was so rooting for House. Mad Men <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50">Shmad</span> Men.<br /><br />And there you have it loyal readers. Another awards show, another 3 hours of me commenting on celebrity wardrobes as if I have a clue what I'm talking about. It was a fun show, especially with all the Brits saying "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51">Mumbai</span>" over and over. Loved Sascha Baron Cohen. And Tracy Morgan in his white jacket. Kate <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52">Winslet</span> was lovely and I have a feeling she'll be giving a few more acceptance speeches before the awards season is over. Drew Barrymore and Jessica <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53">Lange</span> seemed drunk. And seeing drunk celebrities is is why you tune in to the Golden Globes after all. Speaking of celebrities, we saw Charlie Sheen at lunch today. <br /><br />An 80-degree January day, celebrity sightings at lunch, and an inconsequential awards to show to blather on about. Really, a perfect Los Angeles day.thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648815262646114294noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27624541.post-16415039272990899722008-12-27T16:54:00.001-08:002009-01-02T10:48:04.279-08:00Holiday Cheer<div>Hello and happy holidays, lovely readers. Although I meant to post more this month (um, last month), it seems I've gone from one holiday activity to another and am finally in the post holiday relaxation phase. I consider this time between Christmas and when everyone returns to work and school after New Year's to still be "the holidays," so in no way do I feel delinquent bringing you the following holiday cheers...and maybe a few jeers.<br /></div><ul><br /><li><strong>Cheers</strong> to the friends and family who sent a steady stream of greetings to our home this month. We love seeing your pictures and hearing about your adventures. Extra kudos go to those of you who were so clever with your words and funny with your photos or actually hand wrote a note. I put up all the cards we receive on our glass doors and by the end of the season, the whole thing looks like a very diverse, festive, old-school <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Facebook</span> Friends Collage.</li><br /><br /><li><strong>Cheers</strong> to the teachers who put together so many class parties, holiday programs and festive activities. Even though I may grumble about all the holiday projects that come home each year, I love having that stuff around. A friend of mine still decorates her home with her son's holiday drawings and artwork from the early grades. That son got married this summer! My kids' gifts to us were a gorgeous ceramic tile with a colorful <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">hand print</span> and a calendar with our family's birthdays and other <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">important</span> dates highlighted. Thanks teachers! </li><br /><li><strong>Jeers</strong> to getting laid off a week before Thanksgiving. Anytime is a bad time to be out of work, but it takes a special kind of scrooge to give you the axe at the holidays. I'm confident that my friend, Karma, will prevail in the end.</li></ul><p> </p><br /><ul><br /><li><div align="justify"><strong>Cheers</strong> to celebrating both Christmas and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Hannukah</span>. Both holidays are special and fun and I feel lucky that we get to enjoy them both. What would December be without our tree and ornaments and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">latkes</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">gelt</span>? This year we turned off all the lights other than the tree when lighting our Menorah. It provided a lovely glow for the occasion. The kids are getting into reciting the blessings and lighting the candles themselves and it's lovely to see them participating. We know so many families who observe both holidays and I enjoyed sending them this card:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhffPZak4zqRDHtCKmQpx867u1g24ik24fMgE19zYQmSvkToDaXxMd4kjpsYm85f4ubyUdIqfXx-WeDIJZdO95kftfVFur-aACOfreFNVPddcLPILPbfRll4mhjugs4m1yWO6yqGg/s1600-h/2009-01-02+Merry+Mazel+Tov.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhffPZak4zqRDHtCKmQpx867u1g24ik24fMgE19zYQmSvkToDaXxMd4kjpsYm85f4ubyUdIqfXx-WeDIJZdO95kftfVFur-aACOfreFNVPddcLPILPbfRll4mhjugs4m1yWO6yqGg/s320/2009-01-02+Merry+Mazel+Tov.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286769052294209202" border="0" /></a>complete with wishes inside for a Merry <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Chrismukkah</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">L'Shanah</span> Tova (Happy New Year). Speaking of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Chrismukkah</span>, check out <a href="http://www.chrismukkah.com/">http://www.chrismukkah.com/</a> . Here's someone who's taken the meaning of "Moses is Moses, business is business" and run with it. Very cute and clever. Although I still despise <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Hannukah</span> ornaments. </div></li></ul><ul><br /><li><div align="justify"><strong>Cheers</strong> to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Wii</span>! We're all having so much fun with our new toy. Finally, there's something the family can all enjoy. </div></li></ul><p> </p><ul><li><strong>Cheers</strong> to my dad who came up with the best <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Hannukah</span> present ever: all the home movies of me until age 7 on DVD. How much fun to see baby ME and my mom and dad as young parents. Way to go <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Baba</span>.</li></ul><p> </p><ul><li><strong>Jeers </strong>to yet another family malady: this time Ray's messed up his neck and shoulder and has been in intense pain. This is in addition to 2 kids with messed up stomachs, 3 kids with colds and my stupid cough/cold/congestion that is back before it ever fully went away. Things seem to be improving slightly but it's been a difficult week for all of us, especially him.</li></ul><p> </p><ul><li><strong>Cheers</strong> to a great New Year's eve and day after. We went to my parents', where I effectively abdicated all of my parental <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">responsibilities</span> and didn't think for a good 24 hours. At least 12 of those hours were spent sleeping. It's just what the doctor ordered.</li></ul><p><strong></strong> </p><ul><li><strong>Cheers </strong>to all of you. Thanks for hanging in there with me and reading my rants and ramblings this year. I could promise more regular posts in the coming year but I know me and my crazy life and I'll just promise to do my best. Here's to a happy, healthy and prosperous new year for us all, with just enough humor thrown in to keep us sane. </li></ul>thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648815262646114294noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27624541.post-8848649613795669132008-12-20T10:43:00.001-08:002008-12-20T10:48:37.882-08:00Speaking of Reality TV...If you haven't already, I really encourage you to check out Fox's <a href="http://www.fox.com/secretmillionaire/">Secret Millionaire</a>. The premise is that a millionaire goes incognito into a very poor part of the country and must live on welfare wages for a week. During that time, he or she must also identify three individuals to help with a minimum of $100,000 of his or her own money. I've been so inspired by the people that have been featured as the recipients of the gifts. Even in difficult conditions, many are finding ways to help others, giving of their own homes, time and resources. What I also like about the show is that it highlights problems in our country that many of us just don't think about from depressed former coal-mining towns to cities that have never recovered from Hurricane Katrina. Along with changing the lives of the people they help, I'd like to think that the millionaires also go away from the experience with a new outlook.<br /><br />This show is a far cry from <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Temptation</span> Island and some of the other reality crap that we've been forced to endure. I highly recommend it and hope Fox keeps it around for a while.thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648815262646114294noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27624541.post-66121945247426755852008-12-17T14:12:00.000-08:002008-12-18T21:47:38.875-08:00Biggest Loser Finale Wrap-Up<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOVdUm4wCtSJgh_F3XP1VMw41444moo1u5NPZ0zf5jJgM6BYknUU-gDfo-U3aDKcTjX87sxF-7FRJfJ5tDd3k7sXiTSQLa6zxbXolpAJCX3niBAlmtWcPAsh4NR58bkmxFg6ld_A/s1600-h/200812-17+tbllogo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOVdUm4wCtSJgh_F3XP1VMw41444moo1u5NPZ0zf5jJgM6BYknUU-gDfo-U3aDKcTjX87sxF-7FRJfJ5tDd3k7sXiTSQLa6zxbXolpAJCX3niBAlmtWcPAsh4NR58bkmxFg6ld_A/s320/200812-17+tbllogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280916911228969314" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I have to admit, I'm a newcomer to the legion of The Biggest Loser fans. When I first heard of the show I thought it would be a cheap exploitation of fat people for studio profits. After hearing how good the show was from many friends, we finally got hooked last season. I no longer think the contestants are being exploited but the for-profit aspect of the show still bugs. Sugar free gum is not diet food, Bob. Telling us it is makes you look silly. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Anyhoo</span></span>, last night was this season's finale and it didn't disappoint. Here's my take on the winners, losers and others. Oh wait, the losers <em>were </em>the winners. So confusing. </div><div> </div><br /><ul><li><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Ed and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Heba</span></span></span>: </strong>So much to say about these two. First off, it was a total slap that Ed begged the viewers to vote <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Heba</span></span> into the finale and they voted him in instead. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjQ7k0aChfd3PDhqj_1srPdl7Km-3GuGKOWvSqhGWQXyklDqgpmiumaUk-kuZ4phruqKfrIunXhpRmdykYjmydz9D4JsO_Qv_0VgAug4By9Z2DBOHnTrmtgWiKw0POwVQtpYwvKQ/s1600-h/heba.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 158px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjQ7k0aChfd3PDhqj_1srPdl7Km-3GuGKOWvSqhGWQXyklDqgpmiumaUk-kuZ4phruqKfrIunXhpRmdykYjmydz9D4JsO_Qv_0VgAug4By9Z2DBOHnTrmtgWiKw0POwVQtpYwvKQ/s320/heba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280917059533203442" border="0" /></a>That should be a clue as to how <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">likable</span> these two were. At first they seemed like the cute newlyweds and she was kind of pretty and he was the funny guy. But as the show wore on, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Heba</span></span> showed her true colors, her meanness and her ruthlessness. Who could stand one more second of her incessant crying and whining. I felt sorry for Bob for having to train her. She was awful to watch. It wasn't a big surprise that she won the $100,000 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">consolation</span> prize. Of all the contestants that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">competed</span> for that prize, she was at the ranch the longest. Amy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">should've</span></span> won that. All that being said, they looked great at the finale. However <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Heba</span></span>, losing 100 pounds doesn't give you license to go <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">braless</span></span> on national TV. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">WTF</span></span>? It looked like she tucked her boobs into her pantyhose. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Ick</span></span>. </li></ul><ul><li><strong><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Vicki</span>: </strong>Ugly is as ugly does. I honestly cannot imagine going on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">national</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRQeiXEwIrnnPI2fnwVlC-90PDQlLhswwMwfWDO-S-8pJ91pxtrycALPvC4qCb3SZPoohVhFhkZF1AQeB6QTtn9oyY1MORGHfn31meOzje48pz6jDHZoEzZ-CYIE0nBVGFeY2LKg/s1600-h/2008-12-17+vicki.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 271px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRQeiXEwIrnnPI2fnwVlC-90PDQlLhswwMwfWDO-S-8pJ91pxtrycALPvC4qCb3SZPoohVhFhkZF1AQeB6QTtn9oyY1MORGHfn31meOzje48pz6jDHZoEzZ-CYIE0nBVGFeY2LKg/s320/2008-12-17+vicki.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280917448860022098" border="0" /></a> TV, letting the world know what an ugly, evil human being you are, then having to go back into your community and having to face people again daily. For you non-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">TBL</span></span> watchers, think Corinne at the <span style="font-weight: bold;">Survivor</span> finale (watch reality TV much?). I seriously can't ever imagine being that mean right to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">someone's</span></span> face. It's one thing to be motivated to win a game; it's another altogether to be mean, nasty, cutthroat and awful to perfectly nice people who are there for the same reasons as you. Her treatment of Phil & Amy (more on them later) was beyond disgusting. I think if her children were older and watched the show they would be so embarrassed by her meanness, cheating and underhanded tactics (and their dad's too). I also think it'll be difficult for her to maintain the weight loss. They showed how hard she had to work to prepare for the finale and that it gave her almost no time with her family. That pace will be difficult to maintain without the obvious motivation she got from the possibility of beating the other contestants. As hard as she worked, she still came in last place at the finale. I give all the credit to Karma. </li><br /><li><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Phil & Amy</span>:</strong><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR6qCXIyd9DO-QxEx8nwi1_OOYEVODLv865QYWdyO9gJqUL8MtH5HmcncH6JJmcq3yaVCjfX4KP9MiM_Un8uvDJsjBHBEA3CB8jktv3E0w4o89jG_yrm-g8bguKGdKg-78uTd1jg/s1600-h/2008-12-17+phil+and+amy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 219px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR6qCXIyd9DO-QxEx8nwi1_OOYEVODLv865QYWdyO9gJqUL8MtH5HmcncH6JJmcq3yaVCjfX4KP9MiM_Un8uvDJsjBHBEA3CB8jktv3E0w4o89jG_yrm-g8bguKGdKg-78uTd1jg/s320/2008-12-17+phil+and+amy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280917841887066594" border="0" /></a><strong> </strong>Oh my gosh! How great did these two look? Phil and Amy were my favorite couple and I hated the way they were treated by Vicki and her lackeys. You could tell Bob was sad when they left and wasn't overly thrilled that Vicki stayed when Amy was gone. It was so wonderful to see them back, looking amazing! Amy rocked her red dress (and I loved that she wore red when so many others wore black) and did look smoking hot! They were gracious in the face of those who treated them so poorly. And even nasty Vicki admitted that Phil helped motivate her when she was home and feeling down. Did you notice how Phil looked at Amy when she was onstage? You could see his love for her written all over his face. I am so happy for this nice couple. </li></ul><ul><li><strong>Michele: </strong>Hooray for awesome Michelle!!!! What a deserving winner. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMyAscQUTHQBrdQH0WqS6G-TlFWmWafUQIALGWLiW3QbMxFeRmE3PSMivryHfqXyMqLexH541SSCmENSIjNbRqKzmudPnSA683tNPLii7fYf-63B8pAGV7XoA9NIsiHEJTuohHUA/s1600-h/2008-12-17+michelle.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMyAscQUTHQBrdQH0WqS6G-TlFWmWafUQIALGWLiW3QbMxFeRmE3PSMivryHfqXyMqLexH541SSCmENSIjNbRqKzmudPnSA683tNPLii7fYf-63B8pAGV7XoA9NIsiHEJTuohHUA/s320/2008-12-17+michelle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280918251901770146" border="0" /></a>It seemed like her formula for success was simply working hard and staying above the pettiness and backstabbing. How much fun was it when she hung in the glass box seemingly without a care in the world while Vicki cried and whined and couldn't get down? Her efforts were for the right reasons: to get healthy and improve her life. Along the way, she strengthened her relationship with her mom, and began to not just rely on herself, but value who she was and realize that she was worth taking care of. Such an important lesson for a young woman to learn. I imagine it must have been difficult to be the only black team member left with three horrid blue team members left. Yet she kept her focus and kept working hard. Although she scares the crap out of me, Jillian did a great job helping Michelle stay on track and WIN!<br /></li></ul><p><br /></p><p>I'm so glad another season of The Biggest Loser will start in early January. It's always inspiring to see these transformations and the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">cat fighting</span> is a little bonus entertainment. Hopefully they can leave the evil awful people out of the cast next time.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);">Update: <span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">Today's <a href="http://www.latimes.com/entertainment/la-et-biggestloser18-2008dec18,0,4386526.story">LA Times</a> states that likability cost <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Heba</span> the biggest loser title. She did, in fact, lose a higher percentage of her starting weight than Michelle. But her scheming and bullying made her a target of the TV audience who voted to keep her out of the finale. Vicky, meanwhile, has had to change her home phone number due to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">harassment</span> and death threats. They both state that they were depicted inaccurately and that viewers are uncomfortable seeing such strong women. Bullshit. Viewers are uncomfortable seeing such horrible women. And Vicki seems to be reaping the proper consequences of how she played the game. Thanks again, Karma. </span></span><br /></p>thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648815262646114294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27624541.post-57445815504543000972008-12-05T23:01:00.000-08:002008-12-06T00:14:49.113-08:00From Turkeys to SantaIt's been a while, loyal readers. Life gets busy, you know? So, what's been going on since I blogged you last? Julia got glasses: big trauma that has turned into a good thing. I'm proud of her, and proud of how we handled it. Ethan is Ethan. He's all about <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">play dates</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Lego</span>, and staying up 2 hours after he's in bed and playing the dark. Bunch just gets better and better. He's figured out how to give kisses. But he's sneaky and gutsy and thinks he's one of the big kids.<br /><br />It seems like Halloween was just yesterday, and now here we are, less than 3 weeks from Christmas. Thanksgiving was great. Once again, my cousin Sissy hosted and I had so much fun watching the kids play with their cousins (and cousins-in-law). There was all kinds of food, to which I happily contributed. Only problem with not hosting Thanksgiving is that you don't really get to control leftovers (plus there were NO leftover sweet potatoes and Julia has been waiting for them since last Christmas), so we had Thanksgiving again last night, with Ray's mom, who is here visiting. I made my first ever real turkey breast and it came out awesome. I almost think a monkey could make it but I don't want to disparage my own turkey-roasting skills. Plus: <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">holy</span> crap. Costco mashed potatoes. They must be from the gods.<br /><br />Oh yeah, the other thing that happened last month was that my poor husband became one of the half-million plus Americans who lost their job. The week before Thanksgiving. Happy Holidays to us. After the requisite anger, cussing, and a few days of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">mopiness</span>, we're back in the holiday spirit. Maybe it's all the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">meds</span> I'm downing daily for this godawful cold-turned-sinus-mess-plus-incessant-back-agony-from-all-the-nights-spent-coughing-on-the-couch (not to mention the mind altering drugs humming in the background) combined with the persistent sleep deprivation, but I'm not freaking out. I wasn't thrilled with Ray's previous work situation. Besides, we'd known for a while that this layoff might happen. He was working for a land developer. Duh. So, I'm confident that something much better is in the works. In the mean time, it's great to have Ray home, especially while I've been sick. The kids are in heaven; I'm already worried about how sad they'll be when he goes back to work.<br /><br />Tonight we went <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Chrismukah</span> shopping while the kids stayed with Grandma Dooley. We had a great time! It's not about how much we spent. Sure, I love buying expensive gifts for friends and family. I am a shopper at heart, after all. But it's also fun to get creative, find bargains and make our budget work. It reminds me of Christmas shopping in college. But I also know that we are so lucky, so blessed. It's not about the job, the income, or any of that. I love this time of year and an uncertain financial situation isn't going to change that. So our halls are decked, we've got visions of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">latkes</span> in our heads and it's time to be jolly. We're going to enjoy this bonus family time and look forward to the next good thing. It's all good.thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648815262646114294noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27624541.post-20842064210879002172008-11-02T15:41:00.000-08:002008-11-02T16:04:48.361-08:00Belated Boo!Halloween has come and gone and while I wasn't all that much in the spirit at first, I managed to get into it by the end of trick or treating. Here are some photos for your enjoyment:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTrOIQhmv9Lshv21JtxVBH4mg7xoad7sBRVqhXopMkGixHpUutCPSTUSxpvktq6Ury2ct6CSUWcituIdD-NS8UUZjLNsMZDZhco_szjzyM9VefvVS3VjWhvghxgCcKF6qDXU_lZA/s1600-h/halloween+019.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTrOIQhmv9Lshv21JtxVBH4mg7xoad7sBRVqhXopMkGixHpUutCPSTUSxpvktq6Ury2ct6CSUWcituIdD-NS8UUZjLNsMZDZhco_szjzyM9VefvVS3VjWhvghxgCcKF6qDXU_lZA/s320/halloween+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264213674763014098" border="0" /></a><br />Julia, in her very original Purple Pelicans uniform, er, costume.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSA0aL9LvbwbgOG3GyC2WPxBS-DPpFA5hU3PUCcDkmHlLb7h6niH1jtIF_hmdHZMH_4myMZqPSE2CUcUkWBfZAtcBO8zCAXjiLpCzEnYOSKmkvNpu568QNsp7PgNmhyykfPhuzTQ/s1600-h/halloween+018.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSA0aL9LvbwbgOG3GyC2WPxBS-DPpFA5hU3PUCcDkmHlLb7h6niH1jtIF_hmdHZMH_4myMZqPSE2CUcUkWBfZAtcBO8zCAXjiLpCzEnYOSKmkvNpu568QNsp7PgNmhyykfPhuzTQ/s320/halloween+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264213663243102818" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJeQpT3UgxPqecyvYoj16ADgGTCfRLgckoHk80KvZaYklmJW-X-aR7lwsIRqtMWAkqVTuDoBMdDcAsGtojCVEQYSL98iB0JjQMR5__d6RJropaJ4je-v0wrHnnz5c8DH0FAYQgng/s1600-h/halloween+012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJeQpT3UgxPqecyvYoj16ADgGTCfRLgckoHk80KvZaYklmJW-X-aR7lwsIRqtMWAkqVTuDoBMdDcAsGtojCVEQYSL98iB0JjQMR5__d6RJropaJ4je-v0wrHnnz5c8DH0FAYQgng/s320/halloween+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264213659765887218" border="0" /></a><br />Halloween at Kindergarten never gets old. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjdDQX7e3ylqo9EUzvlcv9axk-7KxBJDVUDSmWVB_hiEnHuqHWdEVOFYguk2FtucvKcp7S1KfFllmzx2JWtCagIPTWcd05XrVy0mMBG_cGf-Ng2AS26Pk5-LeamzSGfVIjZ_1EIw/s1600-h/halloween,+soccer+party+008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjdDQX7e3ylqo9EUzvlcv9axk-7KxBJDVUDSmWVB_hiEnHuqHWdEVOFYguk2FtucvKcp7S1KfFllmzx2JWtCagIPTWcd05XrVy0mMBG_cGf-Ng2AS26Pk5-LeamzSGfVIjZ_1EIw/s320/halloween,+soccer+party+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264213645951479538" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Never has one Thomas costume been such an enormous value. 3rd Halloween in combat and still going strong. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA9iLJ1Q_Dy0pW80Ihb49VpWk8hyphenhyphenMMTLdcwc9h8mjp016TfOVq81nHEWpC7Y23cTXIOEYi43Ua3IAxBwlh5UhrRYvgyz848VALb2ZsmJWTrXbV6DtsnI0riNOH_rL2QnW7FMfcFg/s1600-h/halloween,+soccer+party+009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA9iLJ1Q_Dy0pW80Ihb49VpWk8hyphenhyphenMMTLdcwc9h8mjp016TfOVq81nHEWpC7Y23cTXIOEYi43Ua3IAxBwlh5UhrRYvgyz848VALb2ZsmJWTrXbV6DtsnI0riNOH_rL2QnW7FMfcFg/s320/halloween,+soccer+party+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264213648073227186" border="0" /></a><br />Dr. Jones decided that his hat was too large and could only be fixed by wearing it in the other direction.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Hope everyone had a happy one!<br /></div></div></div>thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648815262646114294noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27624541.post-62898275455406137382008-10-24T08:50:00.000-07:002008-10-24T08:55:42.164-07:00The Witch Is In<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNTadEetndZgD0dytcX2GkHuRpW7HofSvkb-ciRqherHuRBLXhul77IEcz2A04mN7NMBUjppPqpucmIuzr2SD6PkqXwli15MVyNAwLNbcVQIb1YrfaieNpnly1bN7NxbzGEwV3oA/s1600-h/2008-10-24+Witch+Is+In.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNTadEetndZgD0dytcX2GkHuRpW7HofSvkb-ciRqherHuRBLXhul77IEcz2A04mN7NMBUjppPqpucmIuzr2SD6PkqXwli15MVyNAwLNbcVQIb1YrfaieNpnly1bN7NxbzGEwV3oA/s400/2008-10-24+Witch+Is+In.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260749481231312658" border="0" /></a><br />Any guesses what the "T" stands for?thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648815262646114294noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27624541.post-75398386087158557092008-10-20T22:17:00.000-07:002008-10-21T20:36:22.423-07:00Rants and Raves<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Rave</span>: My friend, Laura, who is always so nice and supportive.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Rant</span>: People who can't be bothered to return a phone call (or 10).<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">Rave</span>: The pediatric optician who finally found <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">frames</span> that Julia would concede to consider wearing.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Rant</span>: Not having her on our vision plan. Ouch!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">Rave</span>: My new <a href="http://tpearl.uppercaseliving.net/">Uppercase Living website</a>, and people who are as into the product as I am!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Rant</span>: Not being able to choose what goes on my wall next!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Rave</span>: Mommy group therapy.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Rave</span>: Mommy wars.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">Rave</span>: It's finally fall! Hooray for changing leaves and Halloween decorations.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Rant</span>: The 30 degree difference in temperature from the morning to the afternoon. How am I supposed to dress my kids?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Rave</span>: The election is less than 3 weeks away...the campaigning is about to end.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Rant</span>: I'm not overly thrilled with our choices and the one proposition I feel strongly about has a good chance of losing.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Rave</span>: Pumpkin Spice Lattes and Pumpkin Cream Cheese muffins are back at <a href="http://www.starbucks.com/">Starbucks</a>!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Rant</span>: Still no drive-through Starbucks anywhere near here.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Rave</span>: The Amazing Race. How cute was Phil's dad?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Rant</span>: Desperate Housewives. I need No-Doz just to get through an episode.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Rave</span>: Being back in Mommy & Me with Brady, a few nice moms and an awesome teacher.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Rant</span>: Listening to "I go to school today?" a thousand times each day that we don't go to school.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Rave</span>: Julia's soccer team is doing great, they made the playoffs, she scored a goal last week (!!!!) and Ethan finally seemed to get it together in his last game.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Rant</span>: Too many of their games are scheduled simultaneously and I hate missing one. Plus his games are WAY TOO EARLY.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">Rave</span>: Sweet 3rd grade girls who hold hands and giggle and don't even know why.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Rant</span>: Mean 3rd graders who shove, threaten and bully, and then break the rules knowing that the other kids are too scared to tell. It's too early for this stuff.thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648815262646114294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27624541.post-70871557572682213042008-10-10T10:11:00.001-07:002008-10-10T10:33:14.746-07:00Ethan Does Yom Kippur<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOeABzQDsp9Th6pFPiU5LRT1RlKRkMi44B7-0Fp9xtKJuIL_NNoZVSfCqKqzYHO3obBIskSRBk_kPbbPEyyHf4_mXywy-pYG2kWZHnAVAx60Rkwn3S7JUoOHXlA-AAlcod2i7aMg/s1600-h/2008-10-10+e+temple.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOeABzQDsp9Th6pFPiU5LRT1RlKRkMi44B7-0Fp9xtKJuIL_NNoZVSfCqKqzYHO3obBIskSRBk_kPbbPEyyHf4_mXywy-pYG2kWZHnAVAx60Rkwn3S7JUoOHXlA-AAlcod2i7aMg/s320/2008-10-10+e+temple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255577230377119666" border="0" /></a>This awful cell-phone picture with bad lighting hardly does justice to Ethan's look for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Yom</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Kippur</span> services. Decked out in his new soccer ball <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">kippah</span>, he didn't think his outfit would be complete without his yellow striped tie. The two missing bottom teeth were the final Ethan touch. He spent most of the service decorating his tie with the number stickers from seats and making friends with the amused and annoyed adults seated around us. Brady spent his time up my skirt and asking "Is it done?" after every prayer. No matter, we were all together at the service and it was a nice way to end the holiday. The <a href="http://www.gelsons.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Gelson's</span></a> cinnamon pull apart bread didn't hurt either.thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648815262646114294noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27624541.post-28429385038701657932008-10-03T21:13:00.000-07:002008-10-03T23:46:43.769-07:00Fun FallI figured it was time for a good, mindless post about what we've been up to lately, not that it's particularly exciting.<br /><ul><li>School is going great. Both kids have great teachers and love going. E still has a hard time getting up in the morning but he loves being a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">kindergartener</span>. I absolutely love working in their classes. Kindergarten is way more fun than 3rd grade, however. I continue to be impressed with my kids' school and the teachers there. Educating children is a hard business to be in and I admire those who do it well despite countless challenges.<br /></li><li>Julia is turning back into a human being. I'm not talking perfection, but she has become <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">noticeably</span> more sweet, polite and responsible. The backtalk and arguing have decreased dramatically and she's much more pleasant to be with. I will remember this when she turns into a teenage troll.<br /></li><li>I think I've gotten my election ranting out of my system. There's nothing left to do but sit back and wait for Election Day. Is it too late to put Tina Fey on the ticket?</li><li>Bunch and I are having a great time in Mommy & Me. Our teacher, who is a friend and was also Et<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjexvtoz4_jRo4l2anEg4VAxsuLidMNYmhsAIIws1JWXH0mMfMGZjLoU6RX8plAy65BqDFJg1o0t2C5_XaN3hS4LslzyYxhOqAbubcmj8lWabRxDl5l5uy0abgZU2dkd2FYrHv65w/s1600-h/2008-10-3+fall+leaves.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 232px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjexvtoz4_jRo4l2anEg4VAxsuLidMNYmhsAIIws1JWXH0mMfMGZjLoU6RX8plAy65BqDFJg1o0t2C5_XaN3hS4LslzyYxhOqAbubcmj8lWabRxDl5l5uy0abgZU2dkd2FYrHv65w/s320/2008-10-3+fall+leaves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253178555498762050" border="0" /></a>han's teacher, rocks. I love the time I get to spend in class with him, especially since it brings back so many memories of being there with Ethan three years ago. Brady was with us then too, but he was just a belly baby, raising hell from the inside.<br /></li><li>I'm busier than I would like with school activities, but I enjoy being involved with all the happenings at school. I like selling ads for our newsletter and raising money in that way. I like the school administration and staff knowing that I am around and involved in my children's school. I like having my younger kids practically grow up at our school. Brady is quite a hit with the office ladies who hug him and kiss him and give him chocolate. It's like having 3 extra grandmas.</li><li>We are a soccer family and we love it. Between the two kids, we have 3 practices and two games each week. Both teams are coming along nicely, but they can both be so frustrating to watch. It is a big commitment for our whole family, and can be a big pain at times, especially when Bunch isn't cooperating. But this is so good for our kids. They are learning about trying hard and teamwork and listening and working for a common goal. And they're running their tails off and loving it. Ray is coaching Julia's team and refereeing for Ethan. We're both surprised by how much he's enjoying it. And I got to make puple, white, and black ribbon ponytail holders for the team. Soccer is a good thing.<br /></li><li>I'm having a great time with Uppercase Living. I've gotten a lot of exposure lately and am waiting for some of my prospects to start panning out. I have high, high hopes for this business, especially in the coming months.<br /></li></ul>Still with me? That's pretty much all that is going on here. Sounds mundane, but I actually like that now and then. I like my routines and I like the everyday things that make our lives feel cozy and safe. Maybe it's the fall weather that is (finally) starting to come around. But I'm feeling like I just want to hole up in my house with my family, light a cinnamon candle and make soup. Although I'm not a fan of the cold weather (such as it is in these parts) I'll begrudgingly trade in my flip flops for shoes-that-must-be-worn-with-socks if it means I get to make soup.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Thank you <a href="http://flickr.com/photos/19779889@N00/">arbreed </a>for the gorgeous photo which is proof that we really do get fall in southern California.</span></span>thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648815262646114294noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27624541.post-28989764300980396542008-09-21T23:08:00.000-07:002008-09-22T13:50:11.551-07:00Election Day, Part 2 - 40 odd days and countingWell, here we are, 7 months plus since my last election post and guess what. Still no President. Half a billion dollars spent, running mates picked conventions held, interviews given and rally after rally after rally held and televised. And still this endless process continues. We still have debates to look forward to and who knows how many months of vote counting before the partisan power grab is over and we can have dances and parties and all pat ourselves on the back on our exemplary, peaceful, political process.<br /><br />Most people I know, my relatives excluded, are civilized enough to keep their judgements and opinions to themselves most of the time. Maybe your outfit isn't quite ready for Vogue or you're having a bad hair day. Maybe you're making stupid decisions that are messing up your life and your kids'. Maybe your spouse is an ass and everyone knows it but you. The folks in my circle are usually polite enough to keep their opinions about this kind of situation to themselves until asked. Moreover, they wouldn't presume to tell you what to do or how to think. Until an election comes around.<br /><br />For the past months, I can't open my email without some propaganda from someone about their favored political candidate. Presumably, until election season, I was deemed intelligent enough to think for myself, to make decisions on mundane things like whether to vaccinate my children, or to send them to public school, or the best way to take care of my and my family's health. Now, all of a sudden, I need to be told by my friends who to vote for and why, whose family values and vice presidential qualifications are acceptable and whose aren't, and which <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Facebook</span> group to join to tell the world my political views. I need to have the news analyzed by these sudden political experts.<br /><br />I didn't ask.<br /><br />It seems, as a matter of fact, that everyone is an expert. As I watch the Emmy Awards tonight, I'm annoyed, but not surprised, that so many of the presenters choose to make political statements. Once again, this is not what I tuned in for.<br /><br />Last I checked, I was smart enough to know where to go for political information and analysis: any number of cable news shows, magazines, political blogs, the newspaper. That one I can figure out. What I can't figure out is why people who are otherwise lovely, charming and thoughtful would be so insulting as to force their unsolicited political views on me, and then judge me for either not agreeing or asking to be spared. Wasn't it considered in poor taste not too long ago to even discuss politics and religion?<br /><br />Don't get me wrong. I don't mind a healthy political discussion, a respectful exchange of ideas, of point and counterpoint between equally matched intellects. What doesn't work for me, and never will, is being told by someone not to vote for Barrack <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Obama</span> because his middle name is Hussein and "Jews can't vote for Hussein," or that John McCain and Sarah <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Palin</span> are "evil" and a joke. Again, I didn't ask. I notice that most people don't ask about my views, other than to ascertain whether I'm voting their way. As soon as they hear that I'm most likely not, they make it their personal mission to tell me why I'm wrong and why I should.<br /><br />Now, this is my blog and you came here, so you must want to know what I think. If you're here by mistake, leave now. Once and for all, these are my views:<br /><ul><li>I hate our electoral process. It makes me sick. It's no longer about governing, or improving the lives of the citizens. It's about a power grab for one party at the expense of the other, and of the interests of the American public, who are the last people considered when policy and legislation are being crafted.</li><li>I don't like either of the candidates for President. I'm not embarrassed to say so. One is too old and one isn't experienced enough. Giving good speeches doesn't make you a great president. As the "greatest democracy in the world," what we deserve is a real choice, with more than two options.<br /></li><li>I don't like Sarah <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Palin</span> and I don't like Hilary Clinton. This doesn't make me anti-feminist.</li><li>I live in a blue state. My vote doesn't count.</li><li>I'm disgusted by the stronghold of the religious right over the Republican party. This country was founded on the tenet of separation of church and state, yet this party seeks to blur those lines further and further every day. Sarah Palin has called the war in Iraq a "task from God." Jihad, anyone? Yet her party is energized and excited by her nomination. That disconnect is frightening.<br /></li><li>Whoever gets elected, it won't make a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">fundamental</span> difference in my and my family's daily lives. This is an unpopular view and certainly some things may change. We all know, though, that what's promised in campaigns isn't what will happen anyway. But our personal challenges and triumphs will continue regardless of who has taken over the White House. </li></ul>Again, these are my views, and you don't have to agree. Unless asked, I will keep them to myself. If you disagree, I won't judge you and suggest you have inferior intelligence. And I certainly won't let it get in the way of our relationship because in my world, people will always be more important, more genuine and much, much more relevant than politics.thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648815262646114294noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27624541.post-92140191906595095882008-09-16T16:25:00.000-07:002008-09-16T16:30:57.451-07:00Go Shopping. Again.If you haven't already visited <a href="http://todayscreativeblog.blogspot.com/">Today's Creative Blog</a> to support the <a href="http://www.nierecovery.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Nie</span> Recovery</a> (and even if you have), now would be a good time to do so. I have a package of Uppercase Living items up for auction and it's all for a great cause. <a href="http://todayscreativeblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/no73-uppercase-living.html">Go bid it up</a>! And send your friends.thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648815262646114294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27624541.post-82792601431605250642008-09-08T21:52:00.000-07:002008-09-08T22:09:04.178-07:00Go Shopping. Now.<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.nierecovery.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.reachelandrew.com/NieRecovery/Images/Nie-Recovery-Button.png" /></a><br /></div><br />You know I love nothing more than <a href="http://just-a-teaspoon.blogspot.com/2007/06/hey-you-got-your-chocolate-in-my-peanut.html">when two great things come together to make something even greater</a>. That's how I feel about what's going on over at my friend Kim's mega-hit <a href="http://todayscreativeblog.blogspot.com/">Today's Creative Blog</a> right now. To support a family in crisis, she's brought together some of the greatest artists you've never heard of who are donating their creations for a benefit auction. The starting bids are L-O-W and you might even find a donation from yours truly over there. Please go to <a href="http://todayscreativeblog.blogspot.com/">Today's Creative Blog</a>, browse the auctions or make a cash donation. Shopping is good. But shopping for a good cause is good squared. Cubed even.thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648815262646114294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27624541.post-79919420406930073262008-09-03T08:32:00.000-07:002008-09-03T09:02:52.669-07:00He Like to Move It Move It<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxK5Q3lZBn0uIMWXti4fGr_fBOquxQRc3RW6hD_ORolb9hRvx685PttqGAu3g9j1xQE1o1Kx9d1uWE' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />We're pretty excited for Madagascar 2 to come out around these parts. So much so that Brady loves singing his favorite Madagascar song over and over and over. Come to think of it, he's not unlike King Julian in a lot of ways. They're both boisterous little bossy dictators who think they know everything, while those around them know better.thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648815262646114294noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27624541.post-59922758319596386202008-08-30T10:58:00.000-07:002008-08-30T11:07:46.910-07:00Open House Weekend!Hello faithful readers. I owe you a nice long post about summer. Don't hold your breath. I'm currently working on my Uppercase Living Open House Weekend which will be next Friday and Sunday. Between finishing display items (fun!), finalizing the menu (also fun) and cleaning my house (most definitely not fun), who has time for blog-writing?<br /><br />If you or a friend are in the area, please stop by Friday evening or Sunday afternoon. For more info, times and my address just email me. Hope to see you!<br /><br />Also, big thanks to <a href="http://scrap-to-my-lu.blogspot.com/">Kim</a> who gave my products a try and then a <a href="http://scrap-to-my-lu.blogspot.com/2008/08/too-busy.html">shout out</a> on her blog. I can't wait to see the finished projects. While her personal blog is great, her <a href="http://todayscreativeblog.blogspot.com/">Today's Creative Blog</a> is beyond awesome: so inspiring and addictive. Go tell her Hi from me.thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648815262646114294noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27624541.post-82529271230542925932008-07-15T22:32:00.000-07:002008-07-15T22:36:08.898-07:00Julia Said...before she went to bed tonight:<br /><br /><blockquote>Mommy, only 3 more hours until you're 37. And then you'll never be 36 again. That's sad.</blockquote><br /><br />I let her live because:<br /><br />a) We're going to the beach tomorrow and I can't wait! I've been waiting a whole year for this beach trip and<br /><br />b) No matter how old I get, <a href="http://meghansmindlessmuttering.blogspot.com/">Meghan</a> will always be exactly a year older. Bwahahahaha. Happy Birthday Birthday Buddy!!!!thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648815262646114294noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27624541.post-56406701314434115312008-06-15T23:16:00.000-07:002008-12-10T17:26:41.858-08:00What I Learned From Stacy Julian<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ4XCkiEwuJs3oM9zBDucQOAMh8XFNvQYTyUcCALUnUfLSDmhEBdAaLbGyPfkro9SrkH5Ejf6pP_lMW6Tr0jR97Nj40qWzNj6FWpikY3rDcnEVUHCcyt885PYzPYTJw1aPjDVFrQ/s1600-h/2008-07-11+stacy+julian.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ4XCkiEwuJs3oM9zBDucQOAMh8XFNvQYTyUcCALUnUfLSDmhEBdAaLbGyPfkro9SrkH5Ejf6pP_lMW6Tr0jR97Nj40qWzNj6FWpikY3rDcnEVUHCcyt885PYzPYTJw1aPjDVFrQ/s320/2008-07-11+stacy+julian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222017226338714322" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Several months ago, my Local Scrapbook Store (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">LSS</span>, for those of you not in the know), <a href="http://www.treasuredmemoriesca.com/">Treasured Memories</a>, announced that <a href="http://stacysbigpicture.typepad.com/altogether_too_happy/">Stacy Julian</a> would be speaking at the store in early June. I bought my ticket and pretty much forgot about it until a week or so before the event. And then I started getting really excited. First of all, I'd never met a scrapbook celebrity before (stop snickering). Second, I'd been reading Stacy's blog and beyond the fact that the title cracks me up, I like her perspective. Third, I don't get out much and a night out pursuing only my own interests is somewhat of a holy grail. And fourth, I need a new approach to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">scrapbooking</span> since my current one clearly isn't working.<br /><br /><br />So I got Julia ready for her dance pictures, which her father would have to take her (and her brothers) to and happily headed out the door. While I'd never taken any of Sta<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtxnpAERmIOT3KV-zF8EQCEcbhc-9utCu7ICsfyV6aY2Fa0WKNcH_iDOXsh8InZO02d2XcHX7jroqSyGtID4FWHJTSP5EbXeMOS-SFs2E6fc37Pdt9cz33XJyN8YBTI8O4odsuMw/s1600-h/2008-07-11+BPS.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtxnpAERmIOT3KV-zF8EQCEcbhc-9utCu7ICsfyV6aY2Fa0WKNcH_iDOXsh8InZO02d2XcHX7jroqSyGtID4FWHJTSP5EbXeMOS-SFs2E6fc37Pdt9cz33XJyN8YBTI8O4odsuMw/s320/2008-07-11+BPS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222014975758671042" border="0" /></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">cy's</span> classes or read her books, I was aware of her influence on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">scrapbooking</span> and was eager to soak in her wisdom. I picked up my reserved copy of <a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2Fs%3Fie%3DUTF8%26tag%3Dmozilla-20%26index%3Dblended%26link%255Fcode%3Dqs%26field-keywords%3Dbig%2520picture%2520scrapbooking%26sourceid%3DMozilla-search&tag=jusatea-20&linkCode=ur2&camp=1789&creative=9325%22%3EBig%20Picture%20Scrapbooking%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=jusatea-20&l=ur2&o=1%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20%21important;%20margin:0px%20%21important;%22%20/%3E">Big Picture <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Scrapbooking</span></a> and giddily sat there learning the following:<br /><ul><li><strong>Stacy Julian is adorable. </strong>From her pigtails to her polka dot dress to her <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ever present</span> giggle, she's very endearing. She generously shares her spirit and the depth of her emotions to inspire in all of us the freedom to view <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">scrapbooking</span> as she does: focused on <strong>process, not production</strong>. Amazing concept, this.</li></ul><ul><li><strong>Stacy is smart! </strong>The unfortunate perception persists that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">scrapbookers</span> with vacant minds and full albums stay up all hours playing with scissors and glue sticks. Stacy flips this perception on its ass. Her talk covered areas from philosophy to marketing to color theory to optics. She is a reader and she gathers inspiration from an enormous array of resources. Very inspirational. </li></ul><ul><br /><li><strong>The thought of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">scrapbooking</span> in non-chronological order, without straight lines and with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">journaling</span> in my own handwriting causes me anxiety. </strong>And anxiety is not a thing I need more of these days. However, it's so much fun to think of the layouts I could create about what my kids are doing <em>right now</em> rather than how far behind I am and how I am every going to do justice to properly documenting the birth of my two boys. She might be on to something. Maybe she should pursue this little theory of hers.</li><br /><li><strong>There is more than one way to scrapbook, and probably no "right" way. </strong>And <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">scrapbooking</span> doesn't mean just sticking photos on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">cardstock</span>. Revolutionary thoughts, indeed. I'm still <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">mulling</span> over this one and think I may need to read Stacy's first book, <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Simple Scrapbooks</span>, or take a some of her classes at Big Picture <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Scrapbooking</span> to get a better understanding of this. </li><br /><li><strong>Life is good and it should be documented, but not just for the reasons I thought. </strong>One of the many things that have stayed with me from Stacy's talk is that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">scrapbooking</span> serves a lot of purposes. It makes up more aware and more grateful for the big and small blessings that fill our days. And it makes us happy. And that's reason enough to do something. Again, revolutionary concept. It's not a waste of time or paper or resources or money to spend time on a hobby that strengthens our connections to each other, utilizes and inspires creativity, documents our family histories, and makes us happy in the process. On the contrary, it's a rather priceless pursuit with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">immeasurable</span> positive benefits.</li><br /><li><strong>I should make it a point to scrapbook more. </strong>See above.</li><br /><li><strong>Stacy loves brownies. </strong>So much so that she has devoted a scrapbook to the brownies she's encountered throughout her travels. This interests me for two reasons: First, I can't think of a more frivolous way to spend one's time than to create a scrapbook about brownies. And if it's OK for the great, renowned, busy, working-mother-of-five Stacy Julian to spend her time on a brownie scrapbook, then it <em>must </em>be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">ok</span> for me to spend my time scrapping something equally silly. Second: our wonderful hosts at Treasured Memories decided to provide a brownie buffet in Stacy's honor. So many yummy varieties to munch on while we waited in line to chat with Stacy. The clear winner: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Ghirardelli</span> Double Chocolate brownie mix available at Costco or your local grocery store. My family has recently enjoyed 2 pans of these.</li></ul><blockquote></blockquote><ul><li><strong>Big Picture <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Scrapbooking</span> has awesome pens.</strong> We each got a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">goodie</span> bag and mine contained a button that says "Scrap Big," (love that), a mouse pad, the biggest rubber band I've ever seen (seriously, Nicole Ritchie could wear this as a belt; I still haven't figured out its purpose) and what looks like a regular ball point pen. I LOVE THIS PEN. Julia has tried numerous times to steal this pen from under my nose. She has not succeeded. I'll have to troll their site to see if I can pick up a few dozen. </li></ul><blockquote></blockquote><ul><li><strong>Stacy is a trouper. </strong>It didn't matter how long her day had been, or how many people were waiting in line to meet her, Stacy cheerfully talked with each one of us, answering questions, finding connections and generously sharing her thoughts and ideas. </li></ul><p>I have to give a shout out here to my friend Christine, who owns Treasured Memories. She put on a top-notch event, which is not surprising, since I know she puts her heart into everything she does. She recently celebrated her store's 10<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">th</span> anniversary and I'm so proud of her success. I know that scrapbook retailing is a difficult industry, especially in today's economy, but she's a tough lady and a smart businesswoman and I'd put my money on her every time. She's been so generous with me over the years. About 5 years ago, she allowed us to use her scrap space for an entire day to host a crop to raise money for <a href="http://fsma.org/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">FSMA</span></a>. More recently, she's displaying my Uppercase Living catalog and brochures right behind her register. She's a great asset to our community. </p><p>One other thing came out of this event: I was chatting with a very nice lady in line while we waited to meet Stacy. As our conversation progressed we incredulously realized that we "knew" each other from <a href="http://www.twopeasinabucket.com/">Two Peas In A Bucket</a>, a message board I haven't been on since just after Ethan was born. We traded information and hopefully will get a chance to scrap together someday soon. Stacy Julian is all about making connections, and meeting up with Yvonne was just one connection that I focused on that night. Now, a month later, I'm still thinking about Stacy's words and message and am planning once again to get out my scrap supplies and start playing and creating, pages as well as happiness. My mental health will thank me. </p>thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648815262646114294noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27624541.post-20237612513630020582008-05-24T14:00:00.000-07:002008-05-24T14:45:56.061-07:00A Very Nice Summer and other stuff<em>For those of you who still check in despite my sadly sporadic posting, thank you. I'll try to do better, really I will.</em><br /><em></em><br />It seems strange to be posting about summer on what is the coldest Memorial Day weekend I can remember since we moved back to southern California from Seattle. It has actually rained (I think most of the rest of the country would call it drizzling) for the last few days. News directors all across the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Southland</span> had a very difficult decision for last night's evening <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">newscast</span>: do I lead with the high speed chase <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">du</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">jour</span> (which was made all the more dramatic by the slick streets, spraying water and fishtailing. Boo YA!) or Storm Watch 2008? Decisions, decisions. Of course the live feed of the chase won, and the bastards had the nerve to go to commercial and make us miss the end, which is usually the best part, and have to watch a replay. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Amateurs</span>.<br /><br />Regardless of the weather, signs abound that summer is almost here, and as sad as I am to see Julia's awesome year in 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">nd</span> grade end, I'm ready for a break from frantic mornings and busy schedules. Those of you have been with me a while might recall that for the last couple of years, I and some others declared it would be <strong>The Best Summer Ever</strong>. The first time we did this, the summer really lived up to it. There was ice cream, a new swing set, more ice cream, trips to Disneyland and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Legoland</span> and fun and relaxation all over the place. Last year, I thought, it would most definitely be the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">BSE</span>. I mean, how could it it not? We had a new house with a pool for the first time ever and we couldn't wait to spend every waking minute in it. Well, I'll tell you how: start the summer by literally losing your mind to the point that you don't want to get out of bed or even know which end is up. Add a flood to the entire downstairs of said house that takes 2 months to clean up from, hole up in your steaming hot upstairs (in the dark for most of a week, as it turned out) and add a half-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">assed</span> air conditioner and asbestos in your ducting. That's how.<br /><br />While we've recovered from the effects of last year's summer fiasco, I'm not thinking I want to jinx things this year by setting up some crazy unrealistic expectations. So, my friends, I hereby declare the summer of 2008 <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>A Very Nice Summer</strong></span><span style="font-size:100%;">. That's it. I still plan to send my kids to camp, do a lot of fun things, go to the beach, grill, swim a ton, and eat a lot of <a href="http://shaveitnation.com/">Shave Ice</a>. But I think I'll be a lot more content hoping to just have a nice time than to pressure all of us to make things the BEST EVER. I'm all about baby steps right now and this seems to be a good one to take. Maybe in a couple of years I won't be as gun shy. For now, let's make it a nice summer.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">In other news, I'm having a great time with my Uppercase Living business so far. Every day I think of new ways to use the expressions and lettering. The possibilities are endless. I had a party at a friend's the other night and it was nice to see the positive response I got across the board. I have some high hopes for this company.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">In other other news, Ray's mom is coming to spend next weekend with the kids so he and I can spend a couple of nights away. Even though we're just staying at a hotel down the street, we have a massage and a nice dinner scheduled and we plan on just relaxing for a couple of days. We so need this.</span><br /><br />The following weekend, I'm going to my hear <a href="http://stacysbigpicture.typepad.com/">Stacy Julian </a>speak at my scrapbook store, <a href="http://www.treasuredmemoriesca.com/">Treasured Memories</a>. I'm really excited to hear her talk and hope to get motivated inject some sanity into my overwhelming pile of to-be-scrapped photos. Treasured Memories is a <strong>great</strong> store and the owner, Christine, is lovely and generous. Definitely good people. If you're ever in the area, stop by and spend lots of money.<br /><br />Hope the weather is sunny where you are and that you have a great weekend.thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17648815262646114294noreply@blogger.com6