Wednesday, August 19, 2009
There's a lot of business to keep track. All the school related events and meetings, not to mention making sure everyone has clean clothes. Then there's the business of making sure there's enough food in the house for dinner and lunches.
Sometimes, I find anxiety creeping up my spine into my mind. When I get that overwhelmed feeling, I breathe.
Breathe in 1, 2, 3, 4...........
Hold 1, 2................
Breathe out 1, 2, 3, 4...................
I repeat for 5 minutes. Breathing gets me in the moment and in my body. Plus, when I'm in the moment, everything and anything I need to know is right there at my fingertips. Calm and presence melt away the worry and stress in my mind.
The nice thing is, I can do this anywhere, and it's free. Plus, it saves me a lot of money on anti-anxiety pills, and visits to the psychotherapist. Though there are times I need to talk. That's when I call my heavy duty lay it on the line, no holds barred therapist friend. She gives me the the hardcore truth, which is scary, but clears the air so much faster. I'm brave like that.
Anyways, this song might be a love song of sorts. But "Breathe," reminds me to, well, breathe. When I hear this song, I imagine the relationship is between me and my higher self, not some other person. Any song can be a spiritual song when interpreted this way.
Plus, Carlos Santana has got serious cool up in him, and Faith Hill is hot. Collaboration is one of my favorite topics, and they do it well. The song takes a minute to start. I've already listened to it 10 times. Breathing.................
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
The other day I was at the beach, debating whether or not to go out because the waves were terrible, when, I saw this skateboard (see above pic) in the back of another surfer's car.
"Oh my gosh! I shriek. "I had that same deck, but in yellow. It was my very first skateboard!"
"Wow, do you think I can check it out?" I ask, trying to hide my drool.
"Sure," he said.
Holding his board made me feel like a grom, young skater, again. I got such a nostalgic charge from holding that skateboard. I took a few pictures, and put the skateboard back in his car, reluctantly.
The guy explained his son had set the skateboard deck up for him, and that it was a reissue. Of course, I knew all about reissues, I have three of them.
The two on left are still in shrink wrap. Anyone
want to trade for an original Slasher deck?
Skateboard companies have been reissuing decks and their original graphics, from the 80s, for old skaters like me. Re-issues are like fountains of youth for us old skaters, making us feel like 20-year-olds. again. And they allow us to forget how hard the ground is, when we fall.
The three re-issues I have don't mean much to me, because I never owned or skated the originals. When I bought them I think I was hoping to stash them, and years later sell them for hundreds of thousands of dollars. Then send my kids to college with the money. Wow, I do have a big yellow aura, don't I? Meaning I'm really a big kid, disguised as a grown up.
I rode my first board, Keith Meek's Pro Model "Slasher," by Santa Cruz Skateboards, into the ground. There were at least 3 inches missing from the nose and tail of the board. But I still had to be convinced by friends to get a new deck. I loved that board.
I got my original Santa Cruz Skateboards Keith Meek "Slasher," deck in 1985 or '86.
My Mom, took me to the Santa Cruz Go Skate shop, that used to be across the street from the Santa Cruz Beach and Boardwalk, to buy it.
"Pick any skateboard you want," says my Mom.
I couldn't believe it, my body was full of stoke! Any deck, plus trucks and wheels of my choosing! Thanks Mom!!!!!
I didn't take long to pick that board, from the rows of decks, hanging on the skate shop wall. I was probably attracted to its bright yellow color.
Also, that board contained a little bit of my future, part of the graphic is a wave!!!!!!!!!!! I hadn't been on a surfboard up to that point in my life, though I wanted to be. The writing was on the deck wasn't it?! Our Angels speak to us in symbols, we just need to pay close attention, or we'll miss the signs.
Hmmmmmmm................I wonder if I can find one online for sale? Or if anyone wants to make a trade for any of my re-issue decks?
Let's see I have the Natas Kaupas Kitten deck, he was one of my favorite skaters, and I got to skate with him in Venice Beach. Then, there's the Jason Jesse Neptune deck, which I bought because of it's Oceanic affiliation, but I'd rather have his Pray for Me deck, which features the Our Mother Mary.
Lastly, I purchased what I call the Keith Meek Slasher 2 deck, because it was the closest I could get to my first skateboard, at the time. But even back in the 80s, I disliked that board because they left out the wave graphic.
Any traders out there? Shoot me an email. Let's talk!
Monday, August 17, 2009
Turns out Sugarland has all kinds of music up in them, they aren't just about Country, y'all.
Anyways, which do you like better? Please take a second to fill out the poll in the upper left side bar column, under the Are You Breathing? title. I promise it's painless and easier than commenting, darn spammers! Thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Gio and I were driving down the road, the other day. As usual he was in the back, reading. This particular day he was reading a Superman Comic. At this point in his life, he prefers books, with lots of pictures. I was the same way, at that age.
"Mommy, this big, blue guy fighting Superman, has nipples!" exclaims Gio.
Um...........nipples?" I ask.
"Yeah, nibbles, isn't that funny?"
And yet I had arrived at another one of those parenting grey areas. Do I let him go on incorrectly switching between nipples and nibbles? Or do I correct him?
"It's N-I-P-P-L-E-S with a Pee," I say.
No grey areola there.
Despite my clarification, he randomly switched back and forth between nipple and nibble, the entire way home.
But I guess when you spend the first six months of your life getting food from a boob, it's easy to call nipples, nibbles.
And somehow he never noticed Superman's nipples. I guess they are smaller than Golem's nibbles. But, please, don't tell Superman I said that.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Vinny's favorite space ship inspired car.
During Classic Car Week on the Monterey Peninsula(schedule link) Ferrari's are a dime a dozen. I prefer the strange and unique, errr, cars, at least I think that's what most of these are.
Car buffs like getting different views, don't they???
Stranger than fiction.
And where, pray tell, is the engine???
Purple is my favorite color, and
look at all the storage space, not
to mention the leather interior.
By golly, every motorcycle should
have arm rests!
Gotta throw in a sexy muscle car,
yes, I'm proud to be an American!
(I get that from my Mom, she has
more U.S. flag accessories
than anyone I know.)
Friday, August 14, 2009
Note: art by http://dontyouloveitwhen.com/My new web comic. Check it out, but it's gets raunchy, in an ewwww! kind of way at times. Consider yourself warned. Thanks!
I love it when I'm driving and there isn't any traffic. In fact, I prefer to have a 100 foot radius of free space around me when traveling by car. Obviously, with the Concours d'Elegance in town, as well as, all the other car shows and/or auctions, meeting my free space requirement isn't always possible.
As, my friend stated, "it takes an hour to go 10 miles."
Even though no one enjoys the traffic, this influx of visitors is great for the economy. Which is what I keep telling myself every time I get stuck in traffic.
All I can say is when people go on vacation, they leave their driving skills at home, myself included. But my husband usually drives when were on vacation, so it isn't an issue.
And if the traffic isn't bad enough, there are even more people than usual, walking their dog, and/or running, in the middle of the road, along Scenic Road in lovely Carmel. Right next to the beautiful, wide, walking/running path, that goes along the beach.
I can see see the tourists doing this, because they are on vacation from their brain (yes I'm also guilty of this), but the locals who walk and run in the middle of the road all year long, what's their excuse? Oh, right, they're on a permanent vacation.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
I stopped what I was doing and looked at the book, expecting to see something food related, like angel hair pasta, or salmon, or a nice warm, loaf of French bread.
But that isn't what I saw.
"Um, I don't know, what do you see?" I say lobbing the ball back to him.
"Boobs, they look like boobs," says Vinny.
"Well, that's because they are," I say.
I showed it to Stefan and he shouted, "it's a corset!"
I was going to say something, to my husband, about monitoring Vinny's books more closely, but I could tell he was having a proud Daddy moment. And I didn't want to ruin it for him.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
"Who likes green beans in this house besides me?" I ask wondering if I can eat the whole lot.
"Not me," says Stefan.
"Yes you do!" shouts Gio. "You're a grown up!"
Ooops, looks like some of those myths our kids believe about their parents are becoming just that.
Monday, August 10, 2009
I wake up feeling anxious, like part of me, is missing............
I haven't missed making lunches, laying out clean clothes for the next school day, the driving here, there and everywhere.
Stefan is ready to get back to work, though. Thank goodness. One of us has to have a real job.
Gio starts school on Tuesday. Everyday, he asks, "do I have school today?"
My response is always the same, "no school today," until Tuesday that is. He's ready.
Vinny starts school last, on Wednesday, which means he can stay up late reading, for one more night.
"I'm sad summer is ending, but I'm also happy to see my friends," says Vinny.
I guess Vinny's ready, too.
Oh well, I'm the only one not ready for summer to end. I'm sure I'll adjust, I always do. I won't miss waking up at 4 am to go surfing, not for a while anyways. Besides, there's always the weekend for that non sense.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
"I'm so happy now that my parents got me a Mono ShoeTM!"
The Mono ShoeTM is hopping to be part of the new Fall fashion trend for young folks.
"Why walk when you can hop?!"
Plus, all the hopping around in the Mono ShoeTM should exhaust any tireless child. A great selling point for parents.
The good news for parents is there is no need to go shopping for a brand new Mono ShoeTM. Parents can make one from the comfort of their own home. Even better news for parents, who don't like to make things, any old large, flat bottom, shoe will do.
Instructions for homemade Mono ShoeTM:
Find large old shoe, one without a heel, clean off any lingering dookie, give shoe to child. Instruct child to fit both feet into shoe.
Once feet are properly inserted into shoe, yell, "what are you waiting for child?! Start hopping!"
Guarantee: hours of fun or your money back, plus there's the added bonus of improving your child's balance skills!
Give your child the competitive edge they require to survive in today's world, give then the Mono ShoeTM today!!!!!
Saturday, August 8, 2009
One of my friends was surfing Manresa State Beach last week (July 31) when she got attacked by a sea lion.
First the sea lion attacked her surfboard.
"I threw my biscuit (surfboard) at it, and it just latched onto it!" texted my friend.
Then it grabbed onto her leg and wouldn't let go.
"I had to grab the thing's neck and drag it to shore to stop it from attacking," texted by friend shortly after the attack.
Good job fighting off the sea lion, M! Fortunately, it didn't tear her skin, probably because she was wearing a wetsuit to protect her. Or maybe the sea lion was just playing around with her, and didn't want to hurt her?
When I told Stefan about the attack he said, "sea lions are the Rottweilers of the sea!"
And they have bad breath, too! I know this from personal experience, and not because I go around making out with sea lions. I mean come on, I'm married, I can't do that.
Here's the full account from my friend:
Well, it was a sea lion attack, not a shark, so I guess you could say your board saved my leg, not my life…but that thing still could have taken a nice chunk out of my leg…I could have bled to death. so yeah…your board saved my life!!!
For starters I’m a huge Merrick fan, and while I was pretty sad to see it get chomped by local sea life, I was glad it was the one thing I could stick between me and its foamy fangs.
I was out surfing a tiny morning (perfect for my 5’8’’biscuit) at Manresa state beach in Santa Cruz on July 31st. After catching an itsy right, and it being low tide, I began to walk my way back to the break when a nice sized sea lion popped its head up about 5 feet in front of me.
Of course, Monterey Bay flourishes with sea life, so I thought nothing of it..that is until I saw this thing open its mouth and lunge at me...I was only in about waist high water and it lunged at me!!
AHAAHAHAHAHA....I screamed...of course, not a girly scream...a simple, being attacked by a sea lion scream...so yeah...I screamed and threw my little board at it and it caught it in its mouth!! It chomped my favorite biscuit and started pulling me offshore...so I grabbed the other side of my board and pulled back…mind you, I love that board, and I was not ready to see it lost at sea.
Besides, I was still attached by a leash. So there I was, my grip clenched to the left side of my board, staring at a not so happy sea lion, chomped down on the right side…weirdest tug a war I’ve ever been in...Got a real nice look at sea lion whiskers…those things are huge!!! Meanwhile, big goofy guys around me are screaming "oh my god!” not very helpful....and why does this crap always happen to the girls in the line up?
Anyway, back to the evil sea lion of death…At some point it decides to let go of my board, but instead of swimming off, it ducks under and grabs my right leg...Okay, I don't know how but it didn't even break the wetsuit skin...gotta love Ripcurl!
While it's down at my leg I reach down a grab its neck, and with a fist clenched with sea lion skin, I tug it up to the surface, and hold it at an arms length away from my body. It began to thrash around a bit, and with my hand still clenched around the back of its neck, it swam around me and my board, and grabbed my leash in it’s mouth.
Again, it proceeds to tug me offshore...It was crazy...All the guys around me were in shock...lifeguards are yelling at people to get out of the water…good times….
My hand was still tightly clenched to the back of this things neck like a puppy, so I did the only rational thing…I dragged it to shore in hopes it would stop it from attacking me.
I figured I’d much rather take my chances facing those teeth onshore, then in the water, and since the lion didn’t appear to be giving up, I dragged the poor animal to shallow waters, it’s mouth still tightly clamped on my leash! When I got to shore the lifeguards held it down while I undid my leash..aaahhahahahahah! What the heck! My board may be trashed but I still have both legs and arms, and a great story to tell!, Well, I contacted the Monterey Bay Research Institute and officially record the event as a seal attack on a human...crazy stuff.
Apparently there’s so little food for sea lions that they are attacking anything and everything..poor little guys..aren't I lucky?
Anyway, all in all I am very thankful that your board was able to hold up as a barrier between me and a very upset sea lion..A split second before I tossed it at a snarling sea animal, I had the gut instinct to throw my “precious board” out of the way of those teeth, just to let you know how much I loved that board!!!
Then I realized a new board/repair would be cheaper then a trip to the hospital…I’m an X-ray tech, so I know just how much a trip to the hospital with half a leg bitten off would cost! Well, I certainly hope you enjoy my story and pictures, and again, I send this letter with both hands and both legs, with great appreciation for you and your company.
Again, thanks so much!!!!
Friday, August 7, 2009
Looks like we have a future live in chef. Vinny who loves to eat, suddenly loves to cook!
Now, I know there is a Goddess of Culinary Cuisine.
My husband got the bright idea of registering Chef Tell for a kitchen safety class at our local culinary school, in a few weeks. I love a smart man!
In the class, "He'll learn how to use a stove without getting burned, how to use a knife without cutting himself," says Stefan. "And he'll even get to make a few meals."
"I hope they teach him to clean up his mess," I say.
He takes after me in the kitchen, and I take after my Mom. When we cook, it looks like a bomb has gone off, but the food tastes good.
In our house there's a rule, "if you cook the food you don't have to clean the mess," but it isn't always followed.
Then, again, according to the rule, if Vinny does all the cooking, someone else will have to clean up the mess. Unless he's cooking for himself, then I'm not sure what the rule is...................This could be another one of those parenting grey areas.
So to be safe I will refer Vinny to another rule, "if you made the mess clean it up."
No grey area there.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Maybe it's just the way the lead singer is kind of on fire. The official video is bit weird in a sexy vampire, sort of way, click here to watch it if you like.
I chose the unofficial video featuring Kings of Leon, because I can embed it on the blog. Yay! Official videos generally, have embedding disabled by the evil record companies, who want to ruin all our free love Internet fun.
Sugarland's version of "Sex On Fire," is good too, but not quite as hot, as the original, in my opinion. When Jennifer Nettles sings it, it sounds like a tragic song. When Caleb Followill lead vocalist for the Kings of Leon, sings "Sex On Fire," it's downright sexy.
Maybe I should listen to the words, it could very well be a tragic song, but when the Kings of Leon, do it, tragedy ain't what I'm visualizing.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
"What, did American Idol die?" I wonder to myself.
I click on the popular topic, American Idol, and read that Paula Abdul has tweeted she is leaving American Idol.
Around 7ish pm last night @PaulaAbdul tweeted, "With sadness in my heart, I’ve decided not to return to #IDOL. I’ll miss nurturing all the new talent, but most of all..Cont'd...about 10 hours ago from web
I’ll miss nurturing all the new talent,but most of all being a part of a show that I helped from day1become an international phenomenon.
Of course I had to tweet about that, even though I've only watched two seasons of American Idol.
personally I'm going to miss Paula Abdul's dancing on American Idol. She's got the moves and was always into the music for music's sake
about 8 hours ago from mobile web
glad Paula Abdul tweeted the news of her leaving American Idol. That's how celebrities could all use twitter. It's called being real
about 8 hours ago from mobile web
Straight up, Paula Abdul is my favorite American Idol judge. She always stood up to the archetypal show bully, Simon Cowell, and he seemed to adore her for it.
Paula could frequently be seen dancing, in the background, during contestants' performances.
Her criticism was usually on the mark. When someone didn't perform well she found a nice way to say it. Honesty spoken with love, we all want some of that, when our performance leaves room for improvement.
At times, Abdul seemed a bit flighty, but perhaps, she was only intoxicated by inspiration, as a result of watching Idol contestants perform. She seemed to enjoy her job. And she was herself. And did I mention how much I love her dancing on the show?
Hey she isn't perfect, but who is?
Apparently, in an interview with the Los Angeles Times, on July 17, 2009 Abdul's manager said the Idol judge was having issues renewing her contract with Idol producers.
Maybe there were a few cold hearted snakes on the production side.
Then just under three weeks later, Abdul tweeted the announcement herself on Twitter, she wouldn't be returning to the show. Now I love Paula even more! Why? She spoke the truth via twitter, herself, directly to her fans.
That's how twitter should be used by celebrities!
Celebrities who have ghost writers tweeting for them, is fine, but oh so boring. "Zzzzzzzzzz."
The dynamic, inspiring, persona of the celebrity is what attracts trillions of followers on twitter. Otherwise, it's just a public relations snooze fest.
In fact, anyone who has hundreds of thousands of followers, has them, because they are being herself. So please, Internet, follow me on Twitter.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Fortunately, my withdrawals seem to have arrived just in time for the release of Sugarland's new 2 disc CD/DVD combo set of "Live On The Inside," today!!!!!!
Though I must say showing the concert on TV, followed by an immediate CD/DVD release the next day, makes me want to vomit just a little bit. Marketing can be so nauseating, most of the time.
The live disc set will be sold exclusively at Walmart for $12 bucks. More marketing induced nausea.
Inlcuded on the DVD are 16 live concert performances filmed last fall from their Love On The Inside tour. The DVD consists mainly of Sugarland's mega hits from, "Stay," to "Baby Girl," but there are a few REM covers on the DVD.
Over half the tracks on the 10 track CD, are cover songs of bands Sugarland loves to cover, including Kings of Leon, REM and Beyonce.
Wow, maybe they should've been a cover band. Actually, I love all their cover songs, especially Tom Petty's "American Girl" and Def Leopard's "Pour Some Sugar On Me." Unfortunately, neither of those cover songs made the CD.
I can't help but wonder with this wide range of musical genre cover songs, could Sugarland be breaking out of the contemporary country genre into a more alternative one? I listened to some of the sample tracks on the CD, and I thought I heard less twang in Jennifer Nettles' voice. But maybe it's just my imagination, or wishful thinking on my part, or some combination of both.
I would love to get my hands on the UK version of Love On The Inside, which filtered out Jennifer Nettles twang, to suit the Brits' musical tastes. But I will take Nettles' voice with or without twang.
I'm off to buy the new Sugarland CD/DVD combo. And it has nothing to do with the marketing, I think..........for myself..............I hope.
Monday, August 3, 2009
"Mommy you can dress up like Jennifer Nettles and I'll be Kristian," offers Gio.
"Okay," I say.
I guess Gio has upgraded his sand dune flight ticket from business to first class.
"Hey, this is fun!" shouts Gio.
"Yeah, for you!" retorts Belinda.
All I can say is thank goodness I have a friend to do this when my husband isn't around. No way would I carry my son up this ginormous sand dune, on my back. And believe me, he knows it.
"Only Daddy and Belinda give piggyback rides, Mommy doesn't," says Gio.
And that's why "it takes a village to raise a child." Because Mommy doesn't give piggyback rides.
It may also be the reason Belinda is more fit, than I. After all, she is always the one pulling the bike trailer, dragging the kid up the sand dune, and in this case, giving the kid a piggyback ride. Yes, getting in shape, is just one, of the many benefits of being my friend.
Tomorrow's blog: The 1000s of Benefits of Being My Friend..............
Sunday, August 2, 2009
This video has over 14 million hits and their using its popularity to increase awareness and funding of domestic violence prevention.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
"Hey, don't these shades look great?" asks 75-year-old Stefan.
"Um, yeah those are hot, honey," says 75-year-old me. I saw a real pair of those at Longs Drugs when I was picking up your Viagra prescription the other day. They fit right over your glasses, just like the kind at the eye doctors."
"Great, when these shades the eye doctor gave me wear out, I'll pick up a pair at Longs!" exclaims 75-year-old Stefan. "Better yet, I'll pick up 5 pairs!"
Friday, July 31, 2009
I think this was taken on Saturday, the best I've surfed Trestles.
I look very happy.
Just got back from a week in Southern California. We stayed within a mile of one of my favorite surf spots, Trestles located in San Clemente. Translation: I'm tired.
I was up everyday very early, usually around 4 or 4:30am to go surfing, so I could be back early to visit family. I was very busy.
I did sleep in til 6 am two times. Once on purpose, the day we went to Disneyland and I didn't even surf. Shocking, I know.
Then the day after Disneyland, I accidentally over slept, until 6am. I was struck with a severe case of Disneyland hangover. Let's just say Mickey drank me under the table. Who knew a mouse could drink so much?
It was a very fun trip. We all loved seeing and reconnecting with family. And the waves, well, I think they called it the swell of the decade or something. Saturday was the best day by far, but the other days were fun. I logged about 19 hours of surf in 6 days and I'm stoked.
The first few days of swell were the biggest. Friday, the first day, I got caught inside by a large set wave, drug in 100 feet, and lost my right contact, all before catching my first wave.
"Some one's gonna die in the ocean today," I say to my friend.
Unfortunately, I was right. A body surfer died at the Wedge, only a few hours after I uttered those words.
I have never been so worked or paddled so much, in Southern California. I had to tell the ocean several times, "you're being rude, please stop trying to drown me, already."
Sorry Mom, I know that's upsetting, but look on the bright side, I'm still here to bug you and tell you, "you are severely technologically challenged. And I love you."
Anyways, I need a vacation from my vacation so I'm not writing the blog today. Wait a second..........
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Yeah, I'm really cute, aren't I, but I think I can
have you arrested for taking my picture, especially
if it ends up on Facebook.
"I'm looking at you upside down."
Now I'm looking at you sideways, and
you look strange. Stranger, oh no!
Mother told me not to speak to strangers,
or let them take my picture.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
When he blows his nose, it sounds like, "honk, honk, honk, honk, honk........."
There are actually too many honks too quote. When we're in public, and he starts blowing his honker, I give him a look, so he doesn't embarrass himself.
However, he is usually oblivious to my look, and honks away. At which point, I take great joy in watching the faces of people, who are unaccustomed to his honking. And I try really hard not to laugh at their faces, but it's hard.
Then there's his breathing. I used to assume he was laughing at me, but now I always make sure to ask.
"Honey, are you laughing at me, or just breathing?" I ask.
"Just breathing," he sighs.
The best way to describe his breathing is imagine Darth Vader's breathing, with an ever so tiny hint of laughter, infused into the breath.
It doesn't even scare me anymore, unless, of course, all the lights are out, and the room is very, very dark.
But the other night he caught me off guard.
"What did you say?" I ask, unable to make out the airy word on my own.
"Um, I didn't say anything," answers Stefan.
"I heard you say something, what was it?" I ask, wondering what on Earth he could have muttered under his breath, that was so bad, he couldn't repeat it.
"No, really, I didn't say anything," says Stefan. "I farted."
"Are you sure, because it sounded like a word, to me?" I ask hesitantly.
Then, I started to wonder do butts have their own secret language, like bees? And what does that say about me, if I actually understand this Fartlish??? Because if butts can talk, I'm pretty sure I don't want to know what they're saying.
Turn it off! Turn it off!
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Kissing is so fun, even boring, old rocks like doing it. I hope I'm not the only one who can see the Hot Rock's (on the left) hair, eyes, nose and lips.
For those viewers who cannot see the anatomical features of Hot Rock, on the left, quick run to the store and buy an imagination. On second thought, lay in a field of grass and make shapes with the clouds.
This activity drastically improves the imagination and also wastes large quantities of time.
Monday, July 27, 2009
This picture of a rock, reminds me of a skull, which reminds of a Dixie Chicks song, "Hole In My Head," about a bad relationship, I'm so grateful, I'm not in, anymore. Phew!
We've all been there at some point or another, and my best advice, is run while you can, as soon as you see the first sign. But, bad relationships aren't all bad because they do make me appreciate the good ones.
We live in a world of opposites, and our studies here on planet Earth seem to require getting to know both sides of the story.
We can't know joy, unless we know sadness.
We can't know love, unless we know heartache.
We can't know night, unless we know day.
Get the point? Good, now listen to the song, if you choose, it's a kicker.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
After reading to Vinny the other night before bedtime, he says, "you should go be with daddy."
"I should?" I say. "Why?"
"Because he's your husband, and you should spend time with him," says Vinny.
"So you don't want me to stay until you fall asleep?" I ask. "Are you going to be ok?"
"I'll be fine," Vinny assures me. "I fell asleep by all myself last night."
It's funny how an 8 year old child can be so full of wisdom one moment, and full of something else, the next.
Oh, the paradox of parenting. It's enough to drive a crazy person, sane. But for the moment, I believe I will hang onto to crazy, otherwise, I might start drinking.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
The other day I was talking to one of my friends, and somehow what I do for a living came up in our conversation.
"I thought you were a writer?" says my friend. "I read your blog, it's entertaining."
"No, I'm trying to be a writer," I say clarifying his misconception.
Later that day, I was telling Stefan about the conversation with our friend. "That's your problem," says Stefan. "You are a writer, but you don't know it."
He went on to lecture me about, "just because you're not making money, doesn't mean you're not a writer."
And I knew he was right. I am a writer.
Hey, I like the sound of that.
To quote one of my favorite people, Rob Robb, "Believing is seeing."
Friday, July 24, 2009
"The book is always better than the movie," says Vinny.
"Wow!" I say, trying to wrap my head around the words coming out of the 8-year-old's mouth.
"I saw 'Harry Potter and the Goblett of Fire,' and the characters weren't as good as the ones in my head, when I read the book," says Vinny.
Maybe there are some exceptions to his statement, but I can't think of any, can you?
But if the book is just so-so, I'd rather watch the movie, than read the book. A so-so book will take forever and ever to read, whereas the movie will be over in two hours or less.
Take the case of "Twilight," the Movie, I watched it last summer, in one night! Amazing, I know.
Now "Twilight" the book, well, let's just say I've been stuck on page 220 for two weeks. Maybe I shouldn't have watched the movie, first.
And now I'm stuck with all their lame visuals, except Eduard, he's a very good visual. Vampires are so hot.
Don't even get me started on the HBO series True Blood, which I believe is based on a series of books. OMG! talk about scorching, hot vampires!
If the books are anything like the series, then there has got to be a lot more sex scenes than Twilight, which at zero, so far, won't be hard to beat...............
Thursday, July 23, 2009
I have always said fast food isn't real food. Rather, fast food is concocted of various bio-chemical ingredients, in a chemistry lab, not a kitchen.
Apparently, I'm not the only person who feels this way. Check out this LOL! parody video from the Onion.com
Taco Bell's New Green Menu Takes No Ingredients From Nature
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
I know it's wrong to let my kid ollie off the coffee table. The mother in me should have stopped Gio's crazy business. But the skater in me was intrigued and impressed.
Though, when my husband walked into the room, I got into big, big trouble.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
A quicker response would have been helpful for fans traveling to Sugarland's concert from out of town. Especially, considering Sugarland can reach their fans instantly via facebook and twitter.
I turned on text message updates for Sugarland on both Twitter and Facebook the day of the concert. Maybe she isn't a techie, like someone I know.
But I'm sure she's doing the best she can. It's all we can ever do, even if it may not make everyone happy.
However, she can't "rock our faces off," if she's singing with "a limp." Besides, we don't want Jennifer to sing like a Bot ("robot"), now do we?
Happy healing Jennifer! Take all the time you need.
Monday, July 20, 2009
"What!?" I say eavesdropping.
"Sugarland cancelled," says Cowgirl. "They aren't playing tonight."
"But that's the only reason I came," I whine.
"Me, too," says Cowgirl.
I could tell she was a little more invested in the whole Sugarland thing, by her cowboy boots and cowboy hat. And she was pissed!
We some how managed to order some food from the elbow room only, hopping bar. Then we invited ourselves to sit down with a champagne sipping, strawberry dipping, oyster eating foreigner because there weren't any empty tables.
I ate my entire Chicken Caesar Salad before getting on my NotAn Iphone to confirm Sugarland's cancellation.
I searched Google. Nothing.
I searched twitter, Something. And that's why I LOVE!!!!!! twitter. Twitter is what's happening now and it would be great if all the porno spammers would die, metaphorically speaking, anyways.
Basically, someone tweeted Sugarland cancelled and he wondered if they stayed out too late watching Harry Potter the night before.
I kept my hopes up, telling myself, "maybe it's not true." However, on Friday, the day before the concert, I was NOT motivated to go.
"I'm so over the concert," I say to Stefan.
Then Friday, I wondered to myself, "how is Jennifer Nettles' voice?"
Apparently, not well.
When we first heard the rumor, Stefan wanted to give our tickets away to our friend, but for $300 I was gonna get a show, with, our without, Sugarland. We were about to walk in when we saw a sign posted:
Sugarland will not be performing today. Jennifer Nettles lost her voice in the recording studio.
Kenny, Miranda, and Lady Antebellum will perform extended sets.
Refunds at Giants Box Office Lobby until 8:45PM prior to Kenny's set.
It took us less than 5 minutes to discuss getting a refund, and get in the refund line. As we stood in line, which wasn't long, my mind wandered over to the Emerald City.
"Hey let's go see Wicked!" I say to Stefan.
"Okay!" he says.
We caught a cab over to the Orpheum theater, debated signing up for the Wicked lottery. The lottery winner gets to purchase $25 seats, with obstructed views.
We opted for the 99 dollar tickets in the Mezzanine. Then we walked to Westfield Mall to whittle away the three hours until showtime. We prayed we wouldn't get caught in some one's crossfire, all the way there. We are not city folk, that's for sure.
"Maybe we should take a cab back," suggests Stefan, of the 10 minute walk back to the theater.
We opted for walking back to the theater, on the opposite side of the street, which for some odd reason had much less hoodlum traffic galloping about, giving onlookers free CRACK peep shows.
We made it back to the theater alive.
Wicked was even better the second time around. I only cried a few times, and it wasn't as emotionally intense for me, so, I enjoyed it much more.
In fact, I am happy Sugarland cancelled. And so is Stefan. Though, Jennifer Nettles, may want to get an understudy, for those days when her voice needs a rest.
Someday, I may even write a review of Wicked, but it's a fabulous show from the music, to the singing, to the choreography, to the sets down to the costumes. And that pretty much sums it up.